Psalm CXXII. Common Metre. For the Lord's day morning

Behold the rising dawn appear, Which calls our willing feet; To tread thy courts, O God, and there, Our solemn praise repeat!

Fair Zion's gates are our delight, Within her walls we stand; And all her happy sons unite, In friendship's sacred band.

We love the place where Zion's Lord, Is pleas'd to shew his face; Here he proclaims his holy word, And here accepts our praise.

With reverend awe and godly fear, We bow before thy throne; For thou the fervent prayer wilt hear, Thro' thy beloved Son.

Peace be within this hallow'd place, And joy a constant guest; With holy gifts and heav'nly grace, Be her attendants blest.

Our soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; For here our friends and brethren dwell. And here our Saviour reigns.