HYMN 3. P. M.
 
 1 What fair one is this, from the wilderness
  trav'ling,
  Looking for Christ, the belov'd of her heart?
 O, this is the church, the fair bride of the
  Savior,
  Which with every idol is willing to part.
 While men in contention, are constantly
  howling,
 And Babylon's bells are continually tolling,
 As though all the craft of her merchants was
  failing,
 And Jesus was coming to reign on the earth.
 
 2 There is a sweet sound in the gospel of
  heaven,
  And people are joyful when they understand
 The saints on their way home to glory, are
  even [land.
  Determin'd by goodness, to reach the blest
 Old formal professors are crying "delusion,"
  And high-minded hypocrites say "'tis con-
  fusion,' [sion,
 While grace is poured out in a blessed effu-
 And saints are rejoicing to see priet-craft fall.
 
 3 A blessing, a blessing, the Savoir is com-
  ing,
  As prophets and pilgrims of old have de-
  clar'd;
 And Israel, the favor'd of God, is beginning
  To come to the feast for the righteous pre-
  par'd.
 In the desert are fountains continually spring-
  ing,
 The heavenly music of Zion is ringing;
 The saints all their tithes and their off'rings
  are bringing;
 They thus prove the Lord and his blessing
  receive.

 4 The name of Jehovah is worthy of praising,
  And so is the Savior an excellent theme;
 The elders of Israel a standard are raising,
  And call on all nations to come to the same:
 These elders go forth and the gospel are
  preaching,
 And all that will hear them, they freely are
  teaching,
 And thus is the vision of Daniel fulfilling:
 The stone of the mountain will soon fill the
  earth.