Zeal for the House of God, and Delight in Worship

1 The joyful morn, my God, is come
That calls me to thy honored dome
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The Heaven protected tribes ascend;
Their offerings hither bring:
Here eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ
And hail th'immortal king.

3 Be Peace implor'd by each on Thee,
O Sion, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray:
How bless'd who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labor shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

4 O may'st thou, free from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild waste deplore;
May plenty nigh thee take her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand,
Distribute all her store.

5 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail,
How can my tongue, O Sion, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode?
How cease the zeal that in me glows,
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansions of my God?

Source: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #2