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1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.
2 There the great monarch of the skies
His saving pow'r displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quick'ning rays.
3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly dove
Descends and fills the place,
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.
Pause.
5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;
When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?
6 The sparrow builds her self a nest,
And suffers no remove;
Oh make me, like the sparrows, bless'd,
To dwell but where I love.
7 To set one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employ'd in carnal joys.
8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,
While Jesus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of state,
Among the tents of sin.
9 Could I command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one bless'd hour at thy right hand
I'd give them both away.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My soul, how lovely is the place |
Title: | Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present in his churches |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Paraphrased |