Within Thy tem­ple’s sac­red courts,
With lov­ing and ad­or­ing thought,
We con­tem­plate Thy grace, O God,
And all Thy deeds with mer­cy fraught.

Where’er Thy name, O God, is known,
Where’er Thy glo­ri­ous fame ex­tends,
There also is Thy praise pro­claimed,
Far as the earth’s re­mot­est ends.

Thy hand is full of right­eous­ness;
Let Zion’s glad­ness then be great,
And let her daugh­ters sing for joy
And all Thy judg­ments ce­le­brate.

Encompass Zi­on, count her tow­ers,
And mark her strong de­fenses well;
Consider all her pal­aces,
And to your sons her glo­ry tell.

This migh­ty God for­ev­er lives
Our God and Sav­ior to abide,
And till our pil­grim days shall end
Will ev­er be our faith­ful guide.