By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. Psalm cxxii.
      1 GLAD was my heart to hear
      My old companions say,
      Come, in the house of God appear,
      For 'tis an holy day.

      2 Our willing feet shall stand
      Within the temple door,
      While young and old, in many a band,
      Shall throng the sacred floor.

      3 Thither the tribes repair,
      Where all are wont to meet,
      And joyful in the house of prayer
      Bend at the mercy-seat.

      4 Pray for Jerusalem,
      The city of our God;
      The Lord from heaven be kind to them
      That love the dear abode!

      5 Within these walls may peace
      And harmony be found;
      Zion, in all thy palaces
      Prosperity abound!

      6 For friends and brethren dear,
      Our prayer shall never cease;
      Oft as they meet for worship here,
      God send his people peace!