Zeal for the House of God, and Delight in Worship

Verse 1

The joyful morn, my God, is come That calls me to thy honored dome Thy presence to adore: My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend, And tread the hallow'd floor.

Verse 2

Hither from Judah's utmost end, The Heaven protected tribes ascend; Their offerings hither bring: Here eager to attest their joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ And hail th'immortal king.

Verse 3

Be Peace implor'd by each on Thee, O Sion, while with bended knee To Jacob's God we pray: How bless'd who calls himself thy friend! Success his labor shall attend, And safety guard his way.

Verse 4

O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, Nor war's wild waste deplore; May plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand, Distribute all her store.

Verse 5

Seat of my friends and brethren, hail, How can my tongue, O Sion, fail To bless thy lov'd abode? How cease the zeal that in me glows, Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose The mansions of my God?