How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say --
|In Zion let us all appear --
And keep the solemn day!|
2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
By her attendants blest!
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.
Isaac Watts, 1719