Great is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great;
He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.
These temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.
In Zion God is known
A refuge in distress;
How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!
Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold,
Where His own sheep have been.
In every new distress
We'll to His house repair,
We’ll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.
Isaac Watts
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