In Zion’s Sacred Gates

In Zion’s sac­red gates

Let hymns of praise be­gin

While acts of faith and love

In cease­less beau­ty shine;

In mer­cy there

while God is known

Before His throne with songs ap­pear.

The pro­mis­es I sing

Which sov­er­eign love hath spoke;

Nor will our heav’n­ly king

His words of grace re­voke;

They stand se­cure

and stead­fast still

Nor Zi­on’s hill abides so sure.

The mount­ains melt away

When once the Judge ap­pears;

And sun and moon de­cay

That mea­sure mor­tal years;

But still the same

in ra­di­ant lines

Thy pro­mise shines thro’ all the flame.

Rejoice! Our Lord is king!

Our God and king adore;

Yea

all give thanks and sing

And tri­umph ev­er­more;

Lift up the heart

lift up the voice

Rejoice aloud

let all re­joice.