Praise Waits for Thee in Zion, Lord

Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord:
to thee vows paid shall be.
O thou that hearer art of prayer
all flesh shall come to thee.

To thee must all come penitent
who would in thee find peace:
guilt weighs us down, but thou from sin
dost contrite hearts release.

Bless'd are all those whom thou dost choose
and callest to thy side,
that they within thy courts may dwell,
and close to thee abide.

We surely shall be satisfied
with thy abundant grace,
and with the goodness of thy house,
e'en of thy holy place.

O God of our salvation sure,
thou answerest when we pray,
and dost thy perfect righteousness
in deeds of awe display.

In all the ends of earth, and far
in islands of the sea,
our fallen race has learned to place
its confidence in thee.