By A Collection of Hymns
S.M. Psalm cxxii.
1 GLAD was my heart to hear
My old companions say,
Come, in the house of God appear,
For 'tis an holy day.
2 Our willing feet shall stand
Within the temple door,
While young and old, in many a band,
Shall throng the sacred floor.
3 Thither the tribes repair,
Where all are wont to meet,
And joyful in the house of prayer
Bend at the mercy-seat.
4 Pray for Jerusalem,
The city of our God;
The Lord from heaven be kind to them
That love the dear abode!
5 Within these walls may peace
And harmony be found;
Zion, in all thy palaces
Prosperity abound!
6 For friends and brethren dear,
Our prayer shall never cease;
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace!
