- How sweet The word of God to hear.
From the mouth of our friends,
That we should gather in Zion
To keep the holy day.
- Its env’rons and the gates I keep
The decorated house
The house that we built for our God
Where His mercy, to show
- The courtyard of the house of joy
Where holy tribes went forth
On the throne, the son of David
Is judging matter there.
- He hears our praises and our cries;
Like His tremendous voice
That separate sinners to his doom,
In tremble we rejoice.
- Let Thy blessing be in the place
And joy of often time;
Let us give friends, and His goodness
To all that serves Him there.
- My Soul’s now pleading for Zion
While I am still alive
There all the relatives and friends
Our Saviour too is there. Amen.