2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God
To show his milder face.
3 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!
4 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains:
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God my Saviour reigns.
SECOND VERSION.
Public worship.
1 THE festal morn, my God! is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing step thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
2 E'en now to our transported eyes
Fair Zion's towers in prospect rise;
Within her gates we stand;
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.
3 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeem'd of God ascend;
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.
4 Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O Salem, while with bended knee
To Israel's God we pray!
How blest, who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labour shall attend,
And safety guard his way.
1 FROM lowest depths of woe,
To God I send my cry:
Lord! hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.
2 Should'st Thou severely judge,
Who could the trial bear?
But Thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
And quite renounce thy fear.
3 My soul with patience waits
For Thee, the living Lord:
My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word
4 Let Israel trust in God;
No bounds his mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring, from
whence
Eternal succour flows:
5 Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey:
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.
1 How vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,
Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love!
2 True love is like that precious oil,
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes
Its costly moisture shed.
3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
Or like the early drops that fall
On Zion's fruitful hill.
4 For Zion is the chosen seat,
Where the Almighty King
The promis'd blessing has ordain'd,
And life's eternal spring.
1 O PRAISE the Lord with one consent,
And magnify his Name;
Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim!
2 Praise Him all ye, that in his house
Attend with constant care,
With those, that to his utmost courts
With humble zeal repair!
3 For God his own peculiar choice
The sons of Jacob makes;
And Israel's offspring for his own
Most valued treasure takes.
4 Let all with thanks his wondrous works In Zion's courts proclaim!
Let them in Salem, where He dwells,
Exalt his holy Name!
FIRST VERSION.
Praise for God's constant love.
1 To GOD, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;
To Him due praise afford,
As good as He is great.
For God does prove
Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.
2 To Him, whose wondrous pow'r
All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay.
For God does prove &c.
3 By his Almighty hand
Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought.
For God does prove &c.
4 He, in our depth of woes,
On us with favour thought,
And from our cruel foes
In peace and safety brought.
For God does prove &c.
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