WHAT A JOY

What a joy, What a joy for us to say:

“We’re on our way to the house of the Lord!” (2)

Coming to Jerusalem, on this holy ground,

City mounted on a hill, its houses all around.

All the tribes of Israel, countless caravans,

Everyone is going there to where the temple stands.

Through your gates we’ll enter in, open wide the door,

Here we’ll find a welcome place and a peace for evermore.

Here within your walls each one may be safe at last,

City of my happy heart, a fortress holding fast.

Dearest name of all my friends, may you prosper still,

Standing like a sentinel on Zion’s royal hill.