In Zi­on’s courts be­low,
The Lord is there,
Where pil­grims love to go,
The Lord is there.
He’s pro­mised there to be,
In the midst of two or three,
Who in His name agree,
The Lord is there.

All one in Christ, how good!
The Lord is there,
Saved by His pre­cious blood,
The Lord is there.
For pow­er di­vine they plead,
That they might be His in­deed,
And find in times of need,
The Lord is there.

Where saints ex­alt His name,
The Lord is there,
Bearing the cross and shame,
The Lord is there.
He will their strength re­new,
Who His pre­cious pre­cepts do,
And prove the pro­mise true,
The Lord is there.

When souls for mer­cy cry,
The Lord is there.
To brok­en hearts how nigh!
The Lord is there.
With joy be­hold Him bring
Unto such the robe and ring,
While saints and an­gels sing,
The Lord is there.

In yon bright world above,
The Lord is there,
Where all is peace and love,
The Lord is there.
No sin, no griefs, or pains;
Evil there no en­trance gains,
Where end­less glo­ry reigns,
The Lord is there.