Far as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise;

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,

Their songs of honor raise.

With joy let Judah stand

On Zion's chosen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

And counsels of thy will.

Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,

Compass and view thine holy ground,

And mark the building well;

The orders of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,

And make a fair report.

How decent and how wise!

How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,

And rites adorned with gold.

The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die,

Will be our God while here below,

And ours above the sky.