1 Ye priests, by night that in his temple wait,
The praises of your gracious God repeat;
2 To him your hands in adoration raise,
And mingle humble worship with your praise.
3 So he, yon starry heav'ns, this earth who made,
And shields his favoui'd Sion with his aid,
With eye benign your holy transports view,
And all the blessings of his love bestow.