Praise awaits Thee, O God, in Zion.@Psalm 65:1
Timothy Dwight (1752–1817)

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

Lyman Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827), in Book of Praise for the Sunday School, by George A. Bell & Hubert P. Main (New York: Biglow & Main, 1875), page 7 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827)

In Zion’s sacred gates let hymns of praise begin,
While acts of faith and love in ceaseless beauty shine;
In mercy there, while God is known,
Before His throne with songs appear.

The promises I sing, which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will our heav’nly king His words of grace revoke;
They stand secure, and steadfast still,
Nor Zion’s hill abides so sure.

The mountains melt away, when once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay, that measure mortal years;
But still the same, in radiant lines,
Thy promise shines thro’ all the flame.

Rejoice! Our Lord is king! Our God and king adore;
Yea, all give thanks and sing, and triumph evermore;
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, let all rejoice.