57. C. M. Watts. Going to Church. Ps.122.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
|In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!|

2 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair:
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

3 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.

4 My soul shall pray for Zion still
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God, my Saviour, reigns.