Text: | Psalm 122 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest!
My Soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Savior reigns.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How did my heart rejoice to hear |
Title: | Psalm 122 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1806 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Church: its beauty; Worship: public; Church: going to it(1 more...) |