Psalms 122:6

• [Psa 122:6] Pray That Jerusalem May Have

  Pray that Jerusalem may have Peace and felicity: Let them that love thee and thy peace Have still prosperity. Therefore I wish that peace may still Within thy walls remain, And ever may thy palaces Prosperity retain. Now, for my friends and brethren’s sake, Peace be in thee, I’ll say; And for the house of God our Lord I’ll seek thy good alway.
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Psalms 125:2

• [Psa 125:2] Zion Stands By Hills Surrounded

  Zion stands by hills surrounded, Zion, kept by power divine; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine; Happy Zion, what a favored lot is thine! Happy Zion, what a favored lot is thine! Every human tie may perish; Friend to friend unfaithful prove; Mothers cease their own to cherish; Heav’n and earth at last remove; But no changes can attend Jehovah’s love, But no changes can attend Jehovah’s love. In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee; Thou art precious in His sight; God is with thee—God, thine everlasting Light, God is with thee—God, thine everlasting Light.

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Psalms 137:5

• [Psa 137:5] I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord

  I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The church our blessed Redeemer saved With His own precious blood. I love Thy church, O God. Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And written on Thy hand. If e’er to bless Thy sons My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skills forsake, This voice in silence die. Should I with scoffers join Her altars to abuse? No! Better far my tongue were dumb, My hand its skill should lose. For her my tears shall fall For her my prayers ascend, To her my cares and toils be given Till toils and cares shall end. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Savior and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield And brighter bliss of Heaven.

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• [Psa 137:5] Far From My Heavenly Home

  Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father’s breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come And speed me to my rest. Upon the willows long My harp has silent hung: How should I sing a cheerful song Till Thou inspire my tongue? My spirit homeward turns And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saint’s abode? God of my life, be near; On Thee my hopes I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last.

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