Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#282

282. 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 Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place!
Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear
To pray, or praise, or 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 the wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry 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 blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleas'd and blest was I
• Meter: Proper Tune
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 122
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the tune.

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