In Zion’s sacred gates
Let hymns of praise begin,
While acts of faith and love
In ceaseless beauty shine;
In mercy there, while God is known,
Before His throne with songs appear.

The promises I sing,
Which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will our heav’nly king
His words of grace revoke;
They stand secure, and steadfast still,
Nor Zion’s hill abides so sure.

The mountains melt away,
When once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay,
That measure mortal years;
But still the same, in radiant lines,
Thy promise shines thro’ all the flame.

Rejoice! Our Lord is king!
Our God and king adore;
Yea, all give thanks and sing,
And triumph ev­er­more;
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, let all rejoice.