Going to Church

How did my heart rejoice to hear

My friend 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.

Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest;

With holy gifts and heavenly 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 Saviour reigns.