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.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee
In thee our tribes appear, [round ;
To pray and praise and hear
The sacred Gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son
Has fixed 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.
4 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.
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
Peace to this sacred house !
For there my friends and kindred
And since my glorious God [dwell ;
Makes thee His blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well,