362    122nd     Isaac Watts
The Church. Ps. 122. 1-7; Zech. 8. 21

1 How pleased and blest was I,
  To hear the people cry,
  “Come, let us seek our God today!”
  Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
  We haste to Zion’s hill,
  And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place!
  Adorned 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.

3 There David’s greater Son
  Has fixed 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.

4 May peace attend thy gate,
  And joy within thee wait,
  To bless the soul of every guest;
  The man that seeks thy peace,
  And wishes thy increase,
  A thousand blessings on him rest.

5 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.