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The Lord loveth the gates of Zion.
Psalm 87:2.
Watts.
How honored is the place, Where we adoring stand! Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land. | 2 Bulwarks of grace defend The city where we dwell; While walls of strong salvation made, Defy th’ assaults of hell. | 3 Lift up th’ eternal gates, The doors wide open fling; Enter, ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King. | 4 Here taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace; You that have known Jehovah’s name, And ventured on his grace. | 5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints; And banish all your fears, Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. | |