With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.
With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised
In the city of our God,
In His holy mountain.
Oh for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples!
Shout to God with the voice of triumph!
For the Lord Most High is awesome;
He is a great King over all the earth.
Oh happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a num’rous train)
Each like a Prince in glory reign.
Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
Thy light and truth shall guide me still,
Thy Word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to Thine heav’nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy
As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
The people of God are not free from poverty, sickness, or outward affliction, but the Lord will consider their case, and send due supplies.
The Lord will preserve him and keep him alive,
And he will be blessed on the earth