Praise waits for Thee in Zi­on;
All men shall wor­ship there
And pay their vows be­fore Thee,
O God who hear­est pray­er.
Our sins rise up against us,
Prevailing day by day,
But Thou wilt show us mer­cy
And take their guilt away.

How blest the man Thou call­est
And bring­est near to Thee,
That in Thy courts for­ev­er
His dwell­ing place may be;
He shall with­in Thy temple
Be sa­tis­fied with grace,
And filled with all the good­ness
Of Thy most ho­ly place.

O God of our sal­va­tion,
Since Thou dost love the right,
Thou wilt an an­swer send us
In won­drous deeds of might.
In all earth’s ha­bi­ta­tions,
On all the bound­less sea,
Man finds no sure re­li­ance,
No peace, apart from Thee.