Verse 1

HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of Hosts, Thy dwellings are! With strong desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of Thy saints.

Verse 2

Blest are the saints that sit on high, Around Thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love.

Verse 3

Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of Thy grace; Here they behold Thy gentler rays, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.

Verse 4

Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion’s gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God.

Verse 5

Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length. Till all before Thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there.

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