1 God's temple crowns the holy mount,
The Lord there condescends to dwell:
His Sion's gates, in His account,
Our Israel's fairest tents excel:
Yea, glorious things of thee we sing,
O city of th' Almighty King!
2 O honour'd Sion we aver,
Illustrious throngs from her proceed;
The Almighty shall establish her,
And shall enroll her holy seed;
Yea, for His people He shall count
The children of His favour'd mount.
3 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd
Who celebrate his matchless praise;
Who, here in hallelujahs skill'd,
In heaven their harps ahd hymns shall raise:
O Sion, seat of Israel's King,
Be mine to drink thy living spring!