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 saint 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 thine increase, - A thousand blessings on him rest!

5.  My tongue repeats her vows, - “Peace to this sacred house!” - For there my friends and I shall dwell; - And since my glorious God - Makes thee His blest abode, - My soul shall ever love thee well.