Psalm 122 (Version 2)

How pleas'd and blest was I

To hear the people cry,

"Come, let us seek our God to-day!"

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorn'd 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.

There David's greater Son

Has fix'd his royal throne,

He sits for grace and judgment there;

He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.

May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait

To bless the soul of every guest!

The man that seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!

My tongue repeats her vows

"Peace to this sacred house!"

For there my friends and kindred dwell;

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,

My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the Tune.