1 With joy I heard my friends exclaim,
“Come, let us in God’s temple meet";
Within thy gates, O Zion blest,
Shall ever stand our willing feet!
2 How beautiful doth Zion stand,
A city built compact and fair;
The people of the Lord unite
With joy and praise to worship there.
3 They come to learn the will of God,
To pay their vows, God's grace to own,
For there is judgment’s royal seat,
Messiah’s sure and lasting throne.
4 For Zion’s peace let prayer be made;
May all that love thee prosper well!
Within thy walls let peace abide,
And gladness with thy children dwell.
5 For sake of friends and kindred dear,
My heart’s desire is Zion’s peace,
And for the house of God, the Lord,
My loving care shall never cease.
|First Line:||With joy I heard my friends exclaim|
|Title:||With Joy I Heard My Friends Exclaim|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; alt.|
|Composer:||Percy C. Buck (1918)|
|Copyright:||Used by permission of Oxford University Press.|