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PSALM 122. (C. M.) Going to Church.

I

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

II

I love her gates, I love the road;
The church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God
To shew his milder face.

III

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

IV

He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

V

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

VI

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