Before Thee, Lord, a People Waits

Before Thee

Lord

a peo­ple waits

To praise Thy name in Zi­on’s gates

To Thee shall vows be paid;

Thou hearer of the sup­pli­ant’s pray­er

To Thee in need shall all re­pair

To seek Thy gra­cious aid.

How great my tres­pass­es ap­pear;

But Thou from guilt my soul will clear

And my trans­gress­ions hide.

How blest Thy chos­en

who by grace

Are brought with­in Thy dwell­ing place

That they may there abide.

The good­ness of Thy house

O Lord

The joys Thy ho­ly courts af­ford

Our souls shall sa­tis­fy;

By deeds of might

in jus­tice wrought

The Lord will grant us what we sought

Our Sav­ior

God Most High.

On Thy sus­tain­ing arm de­pend

To earth and sea’s re­mot­est end

All men in ev­ery age;

Thy strength es­tab­lish­es the hills

Thy word the roar­ing bil­lows stills

And calms the peo­ples’ rage.

The tribes of earth’s re­mot­est lands

Behold the to­kens of Thy hands

And bow in god­ly fear;

The east

where beams the morn­ing light

The west

in ev­en­ing glo­ries bright

Rejoice

for Thou art near.