Roads to Zion

Oh mighty one, my savior and my God, 
how lovely your dwelling place.
Oh how my soul is longing and yearning is pining for your courts.
My heart and my soul ring out their joy to you Oh God!
Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest 
to lay their broods by your altars 
oh mighty one my savior my God. 

A beautiful crystal sphere in the form of a dwelling place.
In the in most was the presence of the radiant king of glory.
Behold the greatest splendour shining light on them all 
all revealing beautifying shining light on them all.

The nearer to the center the stronger was the light.
In the inmost was the presence of the radiant king of glory. 
Behold the greatest splendour shining light on them all 
all revealing beautifying shining light on them all.

And as they pass through the bitter valley 
with blessings the early rains clothe it.

— Tacet —

Oh how my soul is longing and yearning is pining for your courts.
Christ has no body now but yours 
no feet no hands on earth but yours.
Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world.
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good.
Yours are the hands with which he blesses all the world.
You are his feet you are his hands
You are his eyes through which he looks compassion on this world.

Christ has no body now but yours.
Christ has no body on Earth but yours.

How happy are they who dwell in your temple 
forever singing your name.
How happy the pilgrims who find their strength in you 
whose hearts are eager for the road to Zion.