Bible Verses About Church (2)

Thou--Thou risest--Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.

For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,

To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,

A Song of the Ascents. In Jehovah's turning back to the captivity of Zion, We have been as dreamers.

Then filled with laughter is our mouth, And our tongue with singing, Then do they say among nations, `Jehovah did great things with these.'

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of thy life,

And see the sons of thy sons! Peace on Israel!

For Jehovah hath fixed on Zion, He hath desired it for a seat to Himself,

This is My rest for ever and ever, Here do I sit, for I have desired it.

Her provision I greatly bless, Her needy ones I satisfy with bread,

And her priests I clothe with salvation, And her pious ones do sing aloud.

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Lo, how good and how pleasant The dwelling of brethren--even together!

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,

As dew of Hermon--That cometh down on hills of Zion, For there Jehovah commanded the blessing--Life unto the age!

A Song of the Ascents. Lo, bless Jehovah, all servants of Jehovah, Who are standing in the house of Jehovah by night.

Lift up your hands in the sanctuary, And bless ye Jehovah.

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, The maker of the heavens and earth!

By rivers of Babylon--There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers--joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.