Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

472 (S.M.) Isaac Watts

Far as Thy name is known,

The world declares Thy praise;

Thy saints, O Lord, before Thy throne,

Their songs of honor raise.

With joy Thy people stand

On Zion's chosen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of Thy hand,

And counsels of Thy will.

Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,

Survey with care Thine holy ground,

And mark the building well;

The order of Thy house,

The worship of Thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,

And make a fair report.

How decent and how wise!

How glorious to behold!

Beyond all pomp that charms the eyes,

And rites adorned with gold.

The God we worship now

Will guide us 'til we die,

Will be our God while here below,

And ours above the sky.