Hymnal: PDIL1766 #P122b (1766) Lyrics: 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) Topics: Church going to it; Church its beauty; Worship public Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English
How pleas'd and blest was I