Going to Church

Verse 1

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 honors pay.

Verse 2

Zion--thrice happy place-- Adorned with wondrous grace, While walls of strength embrace thee round: In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

Verse 3

May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest: The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest!

Verse 4

My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this sacred house!" For here my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.