Scripture Verse

I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord. Psalm 122:1


Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, The Spi­rit of the Psalms 1834.

Music: War­ring­ton Ralph Har­ris­on, 1784 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Har­ris­on (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)


Sweet is the solemn voice that calls
The Chris­tian to the house of prayer;
I love to stand within its walls,
For Thou, O Lord, art present there.

I love to tread the hallowed courts
Where two or three for worship meet;
For thither Christ Himself resorts,
And makes the little band complete.

’Tis sweet to raise the common song,
To join in holy praise and love;
And imitate the blessèd throng
That mingle hearts and songs above.

Within these walls may peace abound,
May all our hearts in one agree!
Where brethren meet, where Christ is found,
May peace and concord ever be.