Going to church. <br /> <br />How did my heart rejoice to hear <br />My friends devoutly say, <br />"In Zion let us all appear, <br />And keep the solemn day!" <br /> <br />I love her gates, I love the road; <br />The church, adorned with grace, <br />Stands like a palace built for God, <br />To show his milder face. <br /> <br />Up to her courts with joys unknown <br />The holy tribes repair; <br />The Son of David holds his throne, <br />And sits in judgment there. <br /> <br />He hears our praises and complaints; <br />And while his awful voice <br />Divides the sinners from the saints, <br />We tremble and rejoice. <br /> <br />Peace be within this sacred place, <br />And joy a constant guest! <br />With holy gifts and heav'nly grace <br />Be her attendants blest! <br /> <br />My Soul shall pray for Zion still, <br />While life or breath remains; <br />There my best friends, my kindred dwell, <br />There God my Savior reigns.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-122/
