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4. How pleasant, how divinely fair

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet the assemblies of Thy saints.

2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and Thee?

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around Thy throne above the sky:
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

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

5 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.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in Heav’n at length;
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in a nobler worship there.

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First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1867
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Topic: Opening Hymns
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