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P.LXXXIV. Lord of the worlds above

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 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks her nest,
And wand'ring swallows long
To find their wonted rest;
My spirit faints with equal zeal
To rise and dwell among thy saints.

3 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
That love the way to Zion’s hill.

4 They go from strength to strength,
Thro' this dark vale of tears,
'Till each arrives at length,
'Till each in heav'n appears;
O glorious seat when God our King
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

5 To spend one sacred day,
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy
Than thousand days beside:
Where God resorts, I love it more
To keep the door than shine in courts.

6 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts out hands are fill'd;
We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow on Jacob’s race
Peculiar grace and glory too.

7 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls:
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord of the worlds above
• Meter: P. M. E.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 84
• Topic: Longing for the House of God

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