Going to Church. Ps. 122. |
57. C. M. Watts. Going to Church. Ps.122. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day!" 2 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair: The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 3 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest; With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest. 4 My soul shall pray for Zion still While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell; There God, my Saviour, reigns.
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