Advancing still from strength to strength
They go where other pilgrims trod,
Till each to Zion comes at length
And stands before the face of God.
Lord God of hosts, my pleading hear;
O Jacob’s God, to me give ear.

And look, O God, upon our Shield;
The face of Your Anointed view;
One day within Your courts will yield
More than thousands without You.
I’d rather stand near my God’s house
Than dwell in tents of wickedness.

For God the Lord is shield and sun;
The Lord will grace and glory give,
No good will He withhold from one
Who does uprightly walk and live,
O Lord of hosts, that one is blessed,
Who makes his trust upon You rest.