1. O happy souls, who pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy Saints, who pay Their constant service there! We’ll praise Him still, And happy we Who love the way To Zion’s hill.
2. No burning heat by day, Nor blast of evening air, Shall take our health away, If God be with us there. He is our sun, And He our shade To guard our head By night or noon.
3. God is the only Lord, Our shield and our defense; With gifts His hands are stored, We draw our blessings thence. He will bestow On Jacob’s race Peculiar grace And glory too.