We all arrive at your doorstep sooneror later, loaded with guilt,Our sins too much for us—but you get rid of them once and for all.Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guestat home in your place!We expect our fill of good thingsin your house, your heavenly manse.All your salvation wondersare on display in your trophy room.Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,Muzzler of sea storm and wave crash,of mobs in noisy riot—Far and wide they’ll come to a stop,they’ll stare in awe, in wonder.Dawn and dusk take turnscalling, “Come and worship.”