Lord, how delightful ’tis to see

A whole assembly worship Thee!

At once they sing, at once they pray;

They hear of heaven, and learn the way.

I have been there, and still would go;

’Tis like a little heaven below:

Not all my pleasures, nor my play,

Shall tempt me to forget this day.

O write upon my memory, Lord,

The texts and doctrines of thy Word,

That I may break thy laws no more,

But love thee better than before.

With thoughts of Christ and things divine,

Fill up this foolish heart of mine;

That, hoping pardon through his blood,

I may lie down and wake with God.