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 will never fail
To wash my Garments white again.
4 Blest is the Man whom thou shalt chuse,
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 Sion prays;
Babel prepare for long Distress,
When Sion'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 Sion's Hill, and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting Sun
Shall see the Saviour's Name ador'd.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Praise of Sion waits for Thee |
Title: | Public Prayer and Praise |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Blessings: of the country; Christ: His ascension; God: his Being, Attributes and Providence(11 more...) |