How Honorable Is the Place

How hon­or­able is the place

Where we ad­or­ing stand

Zion

the glo­ry of the earth

And beau­ty of the land!

Bulwarks of migh­ty grace de­fend

The ci­ty where we dwell;

The walls

of strong sal­va­tion made

Defy th’as­saults of hell.

Lift up the ev­er­last­ing gates

The doors wide op­en fling;

Enter

ye na­tions that ob­ey

The sta­tutes of our king.

Here shall you taste un­min­gled joys

And live in per­fect peace

You that have known Je­ho­vah’s name.

And ven­tured on His grace.

Trust in the Lord

for ev­er trust

And ban­ish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Je­ho­vah dwells

Eternal as His years.

What though the re­bels dwell on high

His arm shall bring them low;

Low as the ca­verns of the grave

Their lof­ty heads shall bow.

On Ba­by­lon our feet shall tread

In that re­joic­ing hour;

The ru­ins of her walls shall spread

A pave­ment for the poor.