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1 The praise of Sion waits for thee,
My GOD; and praise becomes thy house;
There shall thy saints thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
2 O thou whose mercy bends the skies
To save when humble sinners pray;
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,
And every yielding heart obey.
3 Against my will my sins prevail,
But grace shall purge away the stain:
The blood of Christ will never fail
To wash my garments white again.
4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt chuse,
And give him kind access to thee;
Give him a place within thy house,
To taste thy love divinely free.
Pause.
5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays,
Babel, prepare for long distress,
When Sion's GOD himself arrays
In terror and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful glory GOD fulfils
What his afflicted saints request;
And with Almighty wrath reveals
His love to give his churches rest.
7 Then shall the flocking nations run
To Sion's hill and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun
Shall see the Saviour's name ador'd.
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First Line: | The praise of Sion waits for thee |
Title: | Public Prayer and Praise |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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