1 In Zion's sacred gates
Let hymns of praise begin,
Where acts of faith and love
In ceaseless beauty shine:
In mercy there, while God is known,
Before his throne with songs appear.
2 The trumpet's martial voice,
The timbrel's softer sound,
The organ's solemn peal,
His praises shall resound:
To swell the song with highest joy,
Let man employ his tuneful tongue.
|First Line:||In Zion's sacred gates|
|Topic:||General Praise; Praise Waiteth in Zion|