|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Say, now ye lovely social band,
Who walk the way to Canaanís land;
Ye, who have fled from Sodomís plain,
Say, do you wish to turn again?
O have you ventured to the field,
Well armed with helmet, sword and shield
And shall the world with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?
Say, now ye lovely social band,, Stanza 1
Beware of pleasureís siren song;
Alas! it cannot soothe you long;
It cannot quiet Jordanís wave,
Nor cheer the dark and silent grave.
O let your thoughts delight to soar
Where earth and time shall be no more;
Explore by faith the heavínly fields,
And pluck the fruit that Canaan yields.
Say, now ye lovely social band,, Stanza 4 (lines 1, 2, 3, & 4) & Stanza 5 (lines 5, 6, 7, & 8)
There see the glorious hosts on wing,
And hear the heavínly seraphs sing!
The shining ranks in order stand,
Or move like lightning at command.
Jehovah there reigns not alone,
The Savior shares his Fatherís throne,
While angels circle round his seat,
And worship prostrate at his feet.
Say, now ye lovely social band,, Stanza 7