Shout, and sing for joy, O inhabitant of Zion, for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 12:6
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
God and His Church; or, grace and glory.
Music: Park Street Frederick M. A. Venua, circa 1810 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Venua (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Great God! Attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from Thy presence springs:
To spend one day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within Thy house, O God of grace,
Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door.
God is our sun, He makes our day;
God is our shield; He guards our way
From all the assaults of hell and sin,
From all th’assaults of hell and sin,
From all th’assaults of hell and sin.
All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory, too:
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls,
No real good from upright souls.
O God, our king, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of Heav’n obey,
And devils at Thy presence flee,
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee,
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee.