Praise on thee, in Zion’s gates,

Daily, O Jehovah, waits;

Unto thee, who hearest prayer,

Shall the tribes of men repair.

2 Though with conscious guilt oppressed,

On thy mercy still we rest;

Thy forgiving love display,

Take, O Lord, our sins away.

3 O, how blesséd their reward,

Chosen servants of the Lord,

Who within thy courts abide,

With thy goodness satisfied.