How Pleased and Blest Was I

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 hon­ors pay.

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.

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.

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!

My tongue re­peats her vows

Peace to this sac­red house!

For there my friends and kin­dred dwell;

And since my glo­ri­ous God

Makes thee His blest abode

My soul shall ev­er love thee well.