Text: | Going to church |
1 How pleas'd and bless'd 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 honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorn'd 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.
3 There David's greater Son
Has fix'd 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.
4 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.
5 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 best abode,
"My soul shall ever love thee well."
6 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!
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First Line: | How pleas'd and bless'd was I |
Title: | Going to church |
Meter: | Proper tune |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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