To spend one sacred day

Where God and saints abide,

Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days beside:

Where God resorts,

I love it more

To keep the door,

Than shine in courts.

2 God is our sun and shield,

Our light and our defense;

With gifts his hands are filled;

We draw our blessings thence:

He will bestow

On Israel’s race

Peculiar grace,

And glory too.

3 The Lord his people loves;

His hand no good withholds

From those his heart approves—

From pure and upright souls:

Thrice happy he,

O God of hosts,

Whose spirit trusts

Alone in thee.