In Salem is his tabernacle, in Sion is his seat.
For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.
O sing ye praises to the Lord, that dwells in Sion hill; And all the nations among his deeds record ye still.
Mount Sion stands most beautiful, the joy of all the land; The city of the mighty King on her north side doth stand.