The Psalms of David ‎#P122b

P122b. How pleas'd and blest was I

1 How pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the People cry,
"Come, let us seek our GOD to Day;"
Yes, with a cheerful Zeal
We haste to Sion's hill,
And there our Vows and Honours pay.

2 Sion, thrice happy Place,
Adorn'd with wond'rous Grace,
And Walls of Strength embrace thee round;
In thee our Tribes appear.
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred Gospel's joyful Sound.

3 There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his Royal Throne,
He sits for Grace and Judgment there:
He bids the Saint be glad,
He makes the Sinner sad,
And humble Souls rejoice with Fear.

4 May Peace attend thy Gate,
And Joy within thee wait
To bless the Soul of every Guest!
The Man that seeks thy Peace,
And wishes thine Increase,
A thousand Blessings on him rest!

5 My Tongue repeats her Vows,
Peace to this sacred House!
For there my Friends and Kindred dwell;
And since my glorious GOD
Makes thee his best Abode,
My Soul shall ever love thee well.

[Repeat the 4th Stanza, to complete the Tune)

Text Information

• First Line: How pleas'd and blest was I
• Meter: Proper Tune
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 122
• Topic: Church: going to it; Church: its beauty; Worship: public

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