1. The praise of Sion waits for Thee,
My God, and praise becomes Thy house;
There shall Thy saints Thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
2. O Thou whose mercy bends the skies
To save when humble sinners pray,
All lands to Thee shall lift their eyes,
And islands of the northern sea.
3. Against my will my sins prevail,
But grace shall purge away their stain;
The blood of Christ shall never fail
To wash my garments white again.
4. Blessed is the man whom Thou shalt choose,
And give him kind access to Thee;
Give him a place within Thy house,
To taste Thy love divinely free.
5. Let Babel fear when Sion prays;
Babel, prepare for long distress,
When Sion’s God Himself arrays
In terror and in righteousness.
6. With dreadful glory God fulfills
What His afflicted saints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals
His love, to give His churches rest.
7. Then shall the flocking nations run
To Sion’s hill, and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun
Shall see the Savior’s name adored.
|First Line:||The praise of Sion waits for Thee|
|Title:||The Praise of Sion Waits for Thee|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719)|
|Source:||The Psalms of David, 1719|
|Composer:||James William Elliott (1874)|
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