How Pleased 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,
Adorned 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 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.

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
And Since My Glorious God Dwell ;
Makes Thee His Blest Abode,
My Soul Shall Ever Love Thee Well,