Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for Thee;
There shall our vows be paid:
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray,
All flesh shall seek Thine aid.

Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pardoning grace is Thine,
And Thou will grant us power and skill
To conquer every sin.

Blessed are the men whom Thou wilt choose
To bring them near Thy face,
Give them a dwelling in Thine house,
To feast upon Thy grace.

In answering what Thy Church requests
Thy truth and terror shine,
And works of dreadful righteousness
Fulfill Thy kind design.

Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to Thee
And make Thy name their trust.

They dread Thy glittering tokens, Lord,
When signs in Heav’n appear;
But they shall learn Thy holy Word,
And love as well as fear.