Great God! At­tend, while Zi­on sings
The joy that from Thy pre­sence springs:
To spend one day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thou­sand days of mirth,
Exceeds a thou­sand days of mirth.

Might I en­joy the mean­est place
Within Thy house, O God of grace,
Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of pow­er,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door.

God is our sun, He makes our day;
God is our shield; He guards our way
From all the as­saults of hell and sin,
From all th’as­saults of hell and sin,
From all th’as­saults of hell and sin.

All need­ful grace will God be­stow,
And crown that grace with glo­ry, too:
He gives us all things, and with­holds
No real good from up­right souls,
No real good from up­right souls.

O God, our king, whose so­ver­eign sway
The glor­ious hosts of Heav’n ob­ey,
And de­vils at Thy pre­sence flee,
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee,
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee.