With joy and glad­ness in my soul
I hear the call to pray­er;
Let us go up to God’s own house
And bow be­fore Him there,
And bow be­fore Him there.

We stand with­in thy sacr­ed walls,
O Zi­on, blest for aye,
Wherein the peo­ple of the Lord
United hom­age pay,
United hom­age pay.

They come to learn Je­ho­vah’s will,
His migh­ty deeds to own,
For there is judg­ment’s roy­al seat,
Messiah’s king­ly throne,
Messiah’s king­ly throne.

O pray that Zi­on may be blest
And have abun­dant peace,
For all that love thee in their hearts
Shall pros­per and in­crease,
Shall pros­per and in­crease.

I pray the Lord that peace may still
Within thy walls abound,
And ev­er in thy pa­lac­es
Prosperity be found,
Prosperity be found.

Yea, for the sake of friends and kin,
My heart de­sires thy peace,
And for the house of God the Lord
My care shall ne­ver cease,
My care shall ne­ver cease.