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 wond'rous 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.
My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;
When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Savior and my God?
The sparrow builds herself a nest,
And suffers no remove;
O make me, like the sparrows, blest,
To dwell but where I love.
To sit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employed in carnal joys.
Lord, at thy threshold I would wait
While Jesus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of state,
Or live in tents of sin.
Could I command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand
I'd give them both away.
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First Line: | My soul how lovely is the place |
Title: | God's presence in his House |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Topic: | Before Sermon |