Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion Waits

Verse 1

Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there.

Verse 2

Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner’s friend.

Verse 3

How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Savior of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee.

Verse 4

Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earthy Thou bounty wide displays.

Verse 5

The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King.

Verse 6

Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; O let Thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.