467. Pleasant are thy courts above
Eight 7's
Maidstone:
Walter Bond Gilbert, 1862
Psalm 84
Henry F. Lyte, 1834
Pleasant are thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are thy courts below, In this land of sin and woe. O my spirit longs and faints For the converse of thy saints, For the brightness of thy face, For thy fullness, God of grace! | Happy birds that sing and fly Round thy altars, O Most High! Happier souls that find a rest In a heavenly Father's breast! Like the wandering dove, that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair And enjoy it ever there. | 425 Happy souls! their praises flow Ever in this vale of woe; Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies: On they go from strength to strength Till they reach thy throne at length, At thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. | Lord, be mine this prize to win; Guide me through a world of sin; Keep me by thy saving grace; Give me at thy side a place. Sun and shield alike thou art; Guide and guard my erring heart. Grace and glory flow from thee; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me! | |