Psalm 134

You, who the Lord adore,
And at his Altar wait;
Who keepe your watch before
The threshold of his Gate;
His praises sing
By silent Night,
Till cheerefull light
I'th'Orient spring.

Your hands devoutly raise
To his divine Recesse;
The Worlds Creator praise,
And thus the People blesse;
The God of Love,
From Sions Towers,
To you and yours
Propitious prove.