How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,
“Come, let us seek our God today!”
Yes with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion’s hill,
And there our vows and honors 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.
Here David’s greater Son
Has fixed His royal throne:
He sits for grace and judgement here
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinners sad
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait
To bless the soul of ev’ry guest!
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
My tongue repeats her vows,
Peace to this sacred house!
For here my friends and kindred dwell,
And since my glor’ous God
Makes thee His blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.