REMEMBER, Lord, the pious zeal Of every soul that cleaves to thee, The troubles...

REMEMBER, Lord, the pious zeal Of every soul that cleaves to thee, The troubles for thy sake they feel, Their eager hopes thy house to see.

Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, Thou, and thy ark of perfect power; God over all, for ever blessed, Thee, Jesus, let our hearts adore.

Thy priests be clothed with righteousness, Thy praise their happy lives employ, The saints in thee their all possess, And shout the sons of God for joy.

O for thy love, thy Jesu's sake, Us, thine anointed ones receive, In the Beloved accepted make, And bid us to thy glory live.

Zion, God saith, my rest shall be, The faithful shall my presence feel; I long for all who long for me, And will in them for ever dwell.

I will increase their gracious store, My Zion every moment feed, And satisfy the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread:

With garments of salvation deck Her priests, and clothe with robes of praise; Her saints their joy aloud shall speak, And shout my all-sufficient grace.

There shall the horn of David bud, There I have set the lamp divine; The wisdom and the power of God In mine anointed Son shall shine.

Messiah on my throne shall sit Supreme, till all his foes are slain, Till death expires beneath his feet, The sinner's Advocate shall reign.