Praise awaits you up on Mt. Zion To you who hears prayers all men will come Overwhelmed by sins then you forgave Buried transgression in a grave Blessed are the ones you choose to bring near you And live in your courts And in your temple be Morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy Ends of earth and to the farthest sea No one can compare with you our Lord Every lost dream you restore We can't get enough of you We're full of answered prayer Taking refugre in your shadows wings Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn Finer than the finest of our kings.