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The Lord loveth the gates of Zion.
Psalm 87:2.
How honored is the place,
Where we adoring stand!
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land.
2 Bulwarks of grace defend
The city where we dwell;
While walls of strong salvation made,
Defy th’ assaults of hell.
3 Lift up th’ eternal gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations, that obey
The statutes of our King.
4 Here taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace;
You that have known Jehovah’s name,
And ventured on his grace.
5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints;
And banish all your fears,
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years.
Watts.