"The LORD shall count when He writeth up the people" (Ps. 87:6)

Jehovah loves the gates of Zion,
The city of the King of kings;
The triumph-ground of Judah's Lion,
Of whom are spoken glorious things.

There shall we see the Lord of Glory
Among His blood-bought sons of men;
O depth of love told in the story!-
For them He died and rose again!

The lands of Egypt, Tyre, and Babel,
These have their names of famous dead,
In tombs sealed with the royal label
They lie in regal splendor spread.

Of Zion we may oft be saying,
"This man, or that one, there was born;"
The roll of honor names displaying,
Whose deeds of faith their lives adorn.

But when the LORD by count recorded,
We watched the writing of His hand;
One only name had He accorded
The honor in His book to stand.

The name of JESUS there appeareth
Unique, supreme, the only name;
His brow alone this glory weareth
To heaven's united, loud acclaim.

And in that precious Name before Him
Embraced are all the Saviour's own,
Redeemed from sin they will adore Him
In sweetest songs before His throne.

The singers' voices sweetly blending,
The players touch the well-tuned strings;
All sing, in adoration bending,
"In Thee, O Lord, are all our springs."

E. H. Hageman
The GRACE of our LORD JESUS CHRIST