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 thine aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine:
And thou wilt grant us pow'r and skill
To conquer ev'ry sin.
3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose,
To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thine house,
To feast upon thy grace.
4 In answering 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 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 1 |