Eng:1257  Chin:s514  Kor:-  Span:-  Tag:1257  Fra:-  Por:- 

Lyrics:Unknown
Music:Unknown
Meter:8.7.8.7. with chorus

Hymn using same tune:

#1320

 

 1  Do you see them in the cities,

       Meeting on the local ground?

    They're the local, golden lampstands,

       Where the Lord His home has found.

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 2  Do you see them in the meetings,

       Lifting up their voice on high,

    Every brother, sister sharing,

       Christ the Lord to magnify?

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 3  Do you hear them all pray-reading,

       Breathing in the living Word?

    Praying, praising, drinking, feeding,

       How they all enjoy the Lord!

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 4  Do you hear them call, "Lord Jesus"?

       How they love that blessed name!

    All the more their joy increases

       As His Lordship they proclaim.

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 5  Have you heard their hallelujahs,

       Like a mighty thunder blast?

    Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

       Down the enemy is cast!

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 6  Do you see the saints migrating?

       Praise the Lord the move is on

    For the church in every city

       That our blessed Lord may come!

 

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

'Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,

   Where all the saints dwell as one!

 

 7  Do you see the Lord is coming

       For the church for whom He died?

    In the churches He's preparing

       Now His holy, chosen Bride.

 

'Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,

   Filled with the glory of the Lord!

'Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,

   Filled with the glory of the Lord!