Zion At Thy Shining Gates
Zion, at your shining gates,
See, the King of glory waits;
Haste your monarch now to greet,
Spread your palms before his feet.
Come and give us peace within,
Loose us from the bands of sin,
Take away the heavy weight
Laid on us by greed and hate.
Give us grace your yoke to wear,
Give us strength your cross to bear,
Make us yours in deed and word,
Yours in heart and life, O Lord.
So when you shall come again,
Lord of angels and of men,
We with all your saints shall sing
Loud hosannas to our King.