Psalm 122 (Version 1)

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 adorn'd with grace

Stands like a palace built for God,

To shew 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 heavenly 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 Saviour reigns.