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.