Great is the Lord, and with great praise To be advanced still Within the city of our God, Upon his holy hill. Mount Sion is a pleasant place, It gladd'neth all the land; The city of the mighty King On her north-side doth stand. Within the palaces thereof God is a refuge known; For lo, the kings are gathered, and Together they are gone: But when they did behold it so, They wondered, and they were Astonished much, and suddenly Were driven back with fear. O Lord, according to thy name For ever is thy praise, And thy right hand, O Lord, is full Of righteousness always: For thy judgments let Sion mount Be filled full with joys; Also of Judah grant, O Lord, The daughters to rejoice.