O 'twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel! to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day.
At Salem's courts we must appear,
With our assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged,
Like her united towers.
O ever pray for Salem's peace;
For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our God,
Who bear true love to thee.
May peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found;
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crowned.
For my dear brethren's sake, and friends
No less than brethren dear,
I'll pray, May peace in Salem's towers
A constant guest appear.
But most of all I'll seek thy good,
And ever wish thee well,
For Sion and the temple's sake,
Where God vouchsafes to dwell.
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
|First Line:||O 'twas a joyful sound to hear|
|Title:||O 'twas a joyful sound to hear|
|Source:||Tate and Brady, 1698|
|Composer:||Horatio Parker (1888)|
|Incipit:||55556 71321 56667|