Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples, are!

To thine abode my heart aspires,

With warm desires to see my

God.

 

 

 

 

 

O happy souls that pray

Where God delights to hear!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

They praise Thee still, and happy

they

Who love the way to Zion’s hill!

 

 

 

 

 

 

They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each overcomes at length.

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat! Thou God, our King,

Shalt thither bring our willing feet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God is our sun and shield.

Our lights and our defence:

With gifts His hands are filled,

We draw our blessings thence:

He shall bestow upon our race

His saving grace. and glory too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lord His people loves;

His hand no good withholds

From those His heart approves.

From holy, humble souls

Thrice happy he, O Lord of Hosts,

Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee!