1.

The festal Morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd Dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing step thy Courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2.

Ev'n now to our transported eyes
Fair Sion 's tow'rs in prospect rise;
Within her gates we stand,
And, loft in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy Sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.

3.

Hither from Judah 's utmost end
The Heav'n-protected Tribes ascend;
Their off'rings hither bring,
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

4.

By His Command impell'd, to Her
Contending Crouds their cause refer;
While Princes from her Throne
With equal doom th' unerring Law
Dispense, who boast their birth to draw
From Jesse 's favour'd Son.

5.

Be Peace by Each implor'd on Thee,
O Salem , while with bended knee
To Jacob 's God we pray:
How blest, who calls himself thy Friend!
Success his labour shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

6.

O may'st thou, free from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore:
May Plenty nigh thee take her stand,
And in thy Courts with lavish hand
Distribute all her store.

7.

Seat of my Friends and Brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Salem , fail
To bless thy lov'd Abode?
How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The Mansion of my God?