Bible Verses About Church (2)

You will arise and have mercy on Zion; for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.

For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.

For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From heaven, the LORD saw the earth;

to hear the groans of the prisoner; to free those who are condemned to death;

that men may declare the LORD’s name in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem;

When the LORD brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing. Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.”

May the LORD bless you out of Zion, and may you see the good of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

Yes, may you see your children’s children. Peace be upon Israel.

For the LORD has chosen Zion. He has desired it for his habitation.

“This is my resting place forever. Here I will live, for I have desired it.

I will abundantly bless her provision. I will satisfy her poor with bread.

Her priests I will also clothe with salvation. Her holy ones will shout aloud for joy.

See how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to live together in unity!

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron’s beard; that came down on the edge of his robes;

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion: for there the LORD gives the blessing, even life forever more.

Look! Praise the LORD, all you servants of the LORD, who stand by night in the LORD’s house!

Lift up your hands in the sanctuary. Praise the LORD!

May the LORD bless you from Zion; even he who made heaven and earth.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you; if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.