1 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.
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints 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.
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears;
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heav'n appears:
O glorious seat,
Where God our King,
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!
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First Line: | Lord of the worlds above |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | The Means of Grace: Public Worship |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |