In Zion???s sacred gates let hymns of praise begin, While acts of faith and love in ceaseless beauty shine; In mercy there, while God is known, Before His throne with songs appear. The promises I sing, which sovereign love hath spoke; Nor will our heav???nly King His words of grace revoke; They stand secure, and steadfast still, Nor Zion???s hill abides so sure. The mountains melt away, when once the Judge appears; And sun and moon decay, that measure mortal years; But still the same, in radiant lines, Thy promise shines thro??? all the flame. Rejoice! our Lord is King! Our God and King adore; Yea, all give thanks and sing, and triumph evermore; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, let all rejoice.