P122a | The Psalms of David#P122b | P123 |
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 Sion's hill,
And there our Vows and Honours pay.
2 Sion, thrice happy Place,
Adorn'd with wond'rous Grace,
And Walls of Strength embrace thee round;
In thee our Tribes appear.
To pray, and praise, and 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 thee wait
To bless the Soul of every 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 best Abode,
My Soul shall ever love thee well.
[Repeat the 4th Stanza, to complete the Tune)
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How pleas'd and blest was I |
Meter: | Proper Tune |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Church: going to it; Church: its beauty; Worship: public |
Notes: | Public Domain. |