1 O 't was a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel! to the temple haste,
And keep your festal-day.
2 At Salem's courts we must appear,
With our assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged,
Like her united towers.
3 O ever pray for Salem's peace;
For they shall prosp'rous be,
Thou holy city of our God,
Who bear true love to thee.
4 May peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found;
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crown'd.
5 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends
No less than brethren dear,
I'll pray, May peace in Salem's towers
A constant guest appear.
6 But most of all I'll seek thy good,
And ever wish thee well,
For Sion and the temple's sake,
Where God vouchsafes to dwell.
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First Line: | O 't was a joyful sound to hear |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Offices of the Church: Consecration of the Churches and Chapels |