Within Thy tem­ple, Lord,
We on Thy mer­cies dwell;
Far as Thy name is known,
There doth Thy praise ex­cel:
Thy prais­es sound through ev­ery land,
And right Thy scep­ter shall com­mand.

Let Zi­on’s mount re­joice,
Let Ju­dah’s daugh­ters praise
The Lord with cheer­ful voice,
For judg­ment He dis­plays;
Go round the walls on Zi­on’s mount,
Go round her splen­dors to re­count.

The tow­ers of Zi­on tell,
Her pa­lac­es sur­vey,
Mark all her bul­warks well,
And to your child­ren say:
This God for­ev­er shall abide,
E’en un­to death, our God and guide.