1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too?
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 Oh God, our King, whose sov'reign sway
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey,
And devils at thy presence flee,
Bless'd is the man that trusts in thee.