How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say
In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!

I love her gates, I love the road;
The church adorn’d with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.

Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

Recordings 1, 2