1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
There shall our vows be paid;
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray,
All flesh shall seek thy aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine,
And thou will grant us power and skill
To conquer ev'ry sin.
3 Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt chuse,
To bring them near thy face,
Give them a dwelling in thine house,
To feast upon thy grace.
4 In answ'ring what thy church requests,
Thy truth and terror shine,
And works of dreadful righteousness,
Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see
The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.
6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord,
When signs in heav'n appear;
But they shall learn thy holy word,
And love as well as fear.
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First Line: | Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee |
Title: | A prayer-hearing God; and the Gentiles called |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | First part |