361    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Church. Ps. 100. 4; 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 I love her gates; I love the road;
  The church, adorned with grace,
  Stands like a palace built for God
  To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
  The holy tribes repair;
  The Son of David holds his throne,
  And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints,
  And, while his awful voice
  Divides the sinners from the saints,
  We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
  And joy a constant guest;
  With holy gifts and heavenly grace,
  Be her attendants blest.

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
  While life or breath remains;
  There my best friends, my kindred dwell;
  There God my Saviour reigns.