122 (2) | Psalm 122 Version 2 | 8 8 6. 8 8 6 | |
OUR special day, O Lord, has come That calls us to Thy earthly home, Thy glories to proclaim; With joy the summons we attend, With willing steps Thy courts ascend, And call upon Thy name. |
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2 | We see with faith’s enraptured eyes The Heaven-built towers of Zion rise, The works of God survey; We think of mansions that contain Angels and saints, a glorious train, Shining with cloudless day. |
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3 | There from the earth’s remotest end, All the redeemed of God ascend, Their triumph-song to sing; There, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, They hail the immortal King. |
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4 | There in Thy house not made with hands May we amid the heavenly bands Thy glorious name adore; There all Thy works of grace resound When of this house no trace is found, And time shall be no more. |
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James Merrick, 1720-69, Thomas Cotterill, 1779-1823 |