Verse 1
All ye that Sion love
Rejoice in her increase,
Yourselves begotten from above
To taste her happiness;
Who wept her state decay’d,
Let every mournful soul
In her prosperity be glad
With joy forever full:
Verse 2
The heavenly comforts share
Which with her breasts are stor’d,
Draw out the milk, by faith and prayer,
The sweetness of the word;
With fulness of delight
Her ordinances love,
And see with her the glorious sight,
Which makes their heaven above.