Where shall we go to seek and find

An habitation for our God,

A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind,

Among the sons of flesh and blood?

The God of Jacob chose the hill

Of Zion for his ancient rest;

And Zion is his dwelling still,

His church is with his presence blessed.

Here will I fix my gracious throne,

And reign for ever, saith the Lord;

Here shall my power and love be known,

And blessings shall attend my word.

Here will I meet the hungry poor,

And fill their souls with living bread;

Sinners that wait before my door

With sweet provision shall be fed.

Girded with truth, and clothed with grace,

My priests, my ministers, shall shine

Not Aaron in his costly dress

Made an appearance so divine.

The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys, shall shout and sing;

The Son of David here shall reign,

And Zion triumph in her King.

[Jesus shall see a num'rous seed

Born here t' uphold his glorious name;

His crown shall flourish on his head,

While all his foes are clothed with shame.]