Great God, attend while Zion sings

The joy that from thy presence springs;

To spend one day with thee on earth,

Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place

Within thy house, O God of grace,

Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,

Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

3 God is our sun, he makes our day;

God is our shield, he guards our way

From all th’ assaults of hell and sin,

From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,

And crown that grace with glory too:

He gives us all things, and withholds

No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway,

The glorious hosts of heaven obey,

And devils at thy presence flee;

Blest is the man that trusts in thee.