Glad was my heart to hear
My old com­pan­ions say,
Come—in the House of God ap­pear,
For ’tis a ho­ly day.

Our will­ing feet shall stand
Within the tem­ple door,
While young and old in ma­ny a band,
Shall throng the sac­red floor.

Thither the tribes re­pair,
Where all are wont to meet,
And joy­ful in the house of pray­er
Bend at the mer­cy-seat.

Pray for Je­ru­sa­lem,
The ci­ty of our God;
The Lord from Heav’n be kind to them
That love the dear ab­ode.

Within these walls may peace
And har­mo­ny be found;
Zion, in all thy pal­ac­es,
Prosperity ab­ound!

For friends and breth­ren dear,
Our pray­er shall nev­er cease,
Oft as they meet for wor­ship here,
God send His peo­ple peace!