Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#176

176. How pleasant, how divinely fair

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 chooses 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 of Majesty;
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 heav'n at length,
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 84
• Notes: Part 1

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