WHERE shall we go to seek and find

God, our Creator, chose the hill Of Zion for His ancient rest, He keeps His earthly dwelling still: The church is with His presence blest.

Here has He fixed His gracious throne, To reign in every age as Lord; Here is His power and love made known, Through the unfolding of His Word.

Here will He meet the hungry poor, To fill their souls with living bread; And all who wait before this door, With sweet provisions shall be fed.

People unable to contain Their inward joys shall loudly sing; The promised Saviour here shall reign, And Zion triumph in her King.

Jesus shall see a numerous seed Born to uphold His glorious name; His crown shall flourish on His head While all His foes are clothed with shame.