1 The praise of Zion 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 will never fail
To wash my garments white again.
4 Blest 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.
Pause.
5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays:
Babel prepare for long distress,
When Zion's God himself arrays
In terror and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful glory God fulfils
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 Zion's hill, and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun
Shall see the Savior's name ador'd.
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First Line: | The praise of Zion waits for thee |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 1 |