Psalm 92 (Version 2, Part 2)

Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand

In gardens planted by thine hand;

Let me within thy courts be seen

Like a young cedar fresh and green.

There grow thy saints in faith and love,

Blest with thine influence from above;

Not Lebanon with all its trees

Yields such a comely sight as these.

The plants of grace shall ever live;

(Nature decays but grace must thrive)

Time, that doth all things else impair,

Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

Laden with fruits of age, they shew

The Lord is holy, just, and true;

None that attend his gates shall find

A God unfaithful or unkind.