1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord for thee;
Thy saints adore thy holy name;
Thy creatures bend the obedient knee,
And humbly thy protection claim.
2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust;
The breath of life thy Spirit gave.
Where bu in thee can mortals trust?
Who but our god has power to save?
3 Here at the portal of thy house,
We leave our mortal hopes and fears;
Answer our prayers and bless our vows,
Accept our praise and dry our tears.
4 So shall our sun of hope arise
With brighter and still brighter ray,
Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day.
Source: The Hymnal #3