1 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show'st
The brightness of Thy face!
2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode;
My pantint heart and flesh cry out
For Thee, the living God.
3 Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to Thy dwelling lead.
4 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near;
Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear
5 For God, Who is our Sun and Shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.
6 Thou God, Whom heavenly hosts obey
How highly bless'd is he
Whose hope and trust, securely placed,
Is still reposed on Thee!
|First Line:||O God of hosts, the mighty Lord|
|Topic:||Offices of the Church: Confirmation|