How sweet the word of
God to hear.
From the mouth of our friends,
That we should gather in Zion
To keep the holy day
Its env’rons and the gates i keep
The decorated house
The house that we built for our God
Where His mercy, to show
The countryard of the house of joy
Where holy tribes went forth
On the throne, the son of David
Is judging matter there
He hears our praises and our cries
Like His tremendous voice
That separate sinners to his doom
In tremble we rejoice
Let thy blessing be in the place
And joy of often time.
Let us give friends, and His goodness
To all that serves Him there.
My soul’s now pleading for Zion
While i am still alive
There all the relatives and friends
Our Saviour too is there.