Public Prayer and Praise

Verse 1

The praise of Zion waits for thee, My God, and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.

Verse 2

O thou whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea.

Verse 3

Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.

Verse 4

Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee; Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.

Verse 5

Let Babel fear when Zion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress, When Zion's God himself arrays In terror and in righteousness.

Verse 6

With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give his churches rest.

Verse 7

Then shall the flocking nations run To Zion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Savior's name adored.