Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#46

46. 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 th'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 joy 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 of Zion's gate:
God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Delight in Worship; Praise: hymns of genearl praise; Worship: delight in
• Notes: Author from index: Watts

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