Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O 'Twas a joyful sound to hear our tribes devoutly say, Up, Israel, to the temple haste, and keep your festal day.
2 At Salem's courts we must appear with our assembled pow'rs, 3 In strong and beauteous order ranged, like her united tow'rs.
4 'Tis thither, by divine command, the tribes of God repair, Before his ark to celebrate his Name with praise and pray'r.
5 Tribunals stand erected there, where equity takes place; There stand the courts and palaces of royal David's race.
6 O pray we then for Salem's peace, for they shall prosp'rous be, (Thou holy city of our God!) who bear true love to thee.
7 May peace within thy sacred walls a constant guest be found, With plenty and prosperity thy palaces be crowned.
8 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends no less than brethren dear, I'll pray, - May peace in Salem's tow'rs a constant guest appear.
9 But most of all I'll seek thy good, and ever wish thee well, For Zion and the temple's sake, where God vouchsafes to dwell.