366    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Church the Dwelling of God. Ps. 132. 5-15

1 [The Lord in Zion placed his name;
  His ark was settled there;
  To Zion the whole nation came
  To worship thrice a year.

2 But we have no such lengths to go,
  Nor wander far abroad;
  Where’er thy saints assemble now,
  There is a house for God.]

3 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
  And enter to thy rest;
  Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
  Thus to be owned and blessed.

4 Enter with all thy glorious train,
  Thy Spirit and thy Word;
  All that the ark did once contain,
  Could no such grace afford.

5 Here, mighty God! accept our songs;
  Here let thy praise be spread;
  Bless the provisions of thy house,
  And fill thy poor with bread.

6 Here let the Son of David reign;
  Let God’s anointed shine;
  Justice and truth his court maintain,
  With love and power divine.

7 Here let him hold a lasting throne,
  And as his kingdom grows,
  Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
  And shame confound his foes.