Where shall we go to seek and find

An habitation for our God,

A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind

Amongst the sons of flesh and blood?

The God of Jacob chose the hill

Of Zion for his ancient rest;

And Zion is his dwelling still,

His church is with his presence blest.

Here will I fix my gracious throne,

And reign for ever, saith the Lord;

Here shall my power, and love be known,

And blessings shall attend my word.

Here will I meet the hungry poor,

And fill their souls with living bread;

Sinners that wait before my door,

With sweet provision shall be fed.

Girded with truth and cloth'd with grace,

My priests, my ministers shall shine:

Not Aaron, in his costly dress,

Made an appearance so divine.

The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys shall shout and sing;

The Son of David here shall reign,

And Zion triumph in her King.

[Jesus shall see a numerous seed

Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name;

His crown shall flourish on his head,

While all his foes are cloth'd with shame!]