XXXVIII. Going to church

I How pleas'd 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 honours pay.

II Zion thrice happy place,
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

III There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne,
He sits for grace and judgment there:
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.

IV May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest;
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

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

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First Line: How pleas'd and blest was I
Title: Going to church
Language: English
Publication Date: 1787
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