Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#LXXXIVa

LXXXIVa. The Pleasure of Public Worship

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 joys and thee.

3 The sparrow chuses where to rest,
And for her young provides her nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want?

4 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.

5 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.

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

7 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.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Title: The Pleasure of Public Worship
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 84

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