1 Praise waits in Sion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pardoning grace is thine, And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer every sin.
3 Bless'd 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.
4 In answering what thy church requests Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy Name their trust.
6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, When signs in heaven appear; But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear.