By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Psalm cxxxii.
      1 REMEMBER, Lord, the pious zeal
      Of every soul that cleaves to thee,
      The troubles for thy sake they feel,
      Their eager hopes thy house to see.

      2 Arise, O Lord, into thy rest,
      Thou, and thy ark of perfect power;
      God over all, for ever blessed,
      Thee, Jesus, let our hearts adore.

      3 Thy priests be clothed with righteousness,
      Thy praise their happy lives employ,
      The saints in thee their all possess,
      And shout the sons of God for joy.

      4 O for thy love, thy Jesu's sake,
      Us, thine anointed ones receive,
      In the Beloved accepted make,
      And bid us to thy glory live.

      5 Zion, God saith, my rest shall be,
      The faithful shall my presence feel;
      I long for all who long for me,
      And will in them for ever dwell.

      6 I will increase their gracious store,
      My Zion every moment feed,
      And satisfy the hungry poor,
      And fill their souls with living bread:

      7 With garments of salvation deck
      Her priests, and clothe with robes of praise;
      Her saints their joy aloud shall speak,
      And shout my all-sufficient grace.

      8 There shall the horn of David bud,
      There I have set the lamp divine;
      The wisdom and the power of God
      In mine anointed Son shall shine.

      9 Messiah on my throne shall sit
      Supreme, till all his foes are slain,
      Till death expires beneath his feet,
      The sinner's Advocate shall reign.