Going to church.
How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
“In Zion let us all appear,
“And keep the solemn day!”
I love her gates, I love the road:
The church adorn’d with grace
Stands like a palace built for God,
To shew his milder face.
Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts, and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!
My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.