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Psalm 122 by Isaac Watts
Going to church.
How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day!"
I love her gates, I love the road; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To show his milder face.
Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there.
He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice.
Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heav'nly grace Be her attendants blest!
My Soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Savior reigns.
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