Happy the Church Thou Sacred Place {Happy the Church Thou Sacred Place HARMONY GROVE-Henry K. Oliver Happy the Church, Thou Sacred Place } Happy the church, thou sacred place; The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fixed on his counsels and his love. Thy foes in vain designs engage; Against his throne in vain they rage: Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of men or hell; His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. God is our shield, and God our Sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run; On us he sheds new beams of grace, And we reflect his brightest praise.