God's temple crowns the holy mount

Verse 1

God's temple crowns the holy mount, The Lord there condescends to dwell: His Sion's gates, in His account, Our Israel's fairest tents excel: Yea, glorious things of thee we sing, O city of th' Almighty King!

Verse 2

O honour'd Sion we aver, Illustrious throngs from her proceed; The Almighty shall establish her, And shall enroll her holy seed; Yea, for His people He shall count The children of His favour'd mount.

Verse 3

He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd Who celebrate his matchless praise; Who, here in hallelujahs skill'd, In heaven their harps ahd hymns shall raise: O Sion, seat of Israel's King, Be mine to drink thy living spring!