Psalm 87:2. “The Lord loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.”
THE GATES OF ZION. Pass through, pass through – these gates are open wide. Within is the dwelling place of God, and He does bid you bide. The foundations will never be moved, built on the Rock of truth, The walls erected are purposed that sin can ne’er come through.
Those entering through the gates of Zion are those who are new-born, With life divine imparted from Christ who has our sins all borne. The Highest of the high has established this great place – Where together with all saints, newborn, we’ll see Him face to face.
There, in the book of entry, my name is written down. With wonder and with joy, I’ll see the Lord of glory crowned. He knows too where I was born with a nature that is new, The time and place are important to me, and important to Him too.
All who have a song of love and joy to honor Him Will join in Zion’s gates and sing a universal hymn, “Unto Him who loved us… washed us, in His own precious blood,” And our song will have a resonance that before it never could.
Every thought and intention that springs from within my heart Will rise with urgent desire when the praise of Zion starts. Things long unable to be expressed will rise with urgent joy, And Zion’s gates will hear our praises sure; then without alloy.
The glory long imagined will surpass my human thought. It will surely astound me when I see what God hath wrought. To hear His name exalted, resounding on Zion’s gates, Will make any toil and suffering here, well worth – and more – the wait.
“I am looking ahead, O God, with joyful anticipation for the day when I will see the Lord and hear all the saints of the ages sing in unison their praise to the Lord. What glory that will be! Amen.”