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 Si­on’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.