Glad Was My Heart to Hear

Glad was my heart to hear

My old com­pan­ions say

Come—in the House of God ap­pear

For ’tis a ho­ly day.

Our will­ing feet shall stand

Within the tem­ple door

While young and old in ma­ny a band

Shall throng the sac­red floor.

Thither the tribes re­pair

Where all are wont to meet

And joy­ful in the house of pray­er

Bend at the mer­cy-seat.

Pray for Je­ru­sa­lem

The ci­ty of our God;

The Lord from Heav’n be kind to them

That love the dear ab­ode.

Within these walls may peace

And har­mo­ny be found;

Zion

in all thy pal­ac­es

Prosperity ab­ound!

For friends and breth­ren dear

Our pray­er shall nev­er cease

Oft as they meet for wor­ship here

God send His peo­ple peace!