Isaac Watts Psalm 122 Proper


 * HOW pleased and blest was I
 * To hear the people cry.
 * ‘Come, let us seek our God to-day!
 * Yes, with a cheerful zeal
 * We haste to Zion's hill,
 * And there our vows and honours pay.


 * Zion, thrice happy place,
 * Adorned with wondrous grace,
 * And walls of strength embrace thee round;
 * In thee our tribes appear,
 * To pray and praise, and hear
 * The sacred gospel‘s joyful sound.


 * There David‘s greater Son
 * Has fixed his royal throne,
 * He sits for grace and judgment there
 * He bids the saint be glad,
 * He makes the sinner sad,
 * And humble souls rejoice with fear.


 * May peace attend thy gate,
 * And joy within thee wait
 * To bless the soul of every guest!
 * The man that seeks thy peace.
 * And wishes thine increase,
 * A thousand blessings on him rest!


 * My tongue repeats her vows.
 * ‘Peace to this sacred house!’
 * For there my friends and kindred dwell;
 * And since my glorious God
 * Makes thee his blest abode,
 * My soul shall ever love thee well.