Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,

Thy earthly temples, are!

To thy abode my heart aspires,

With warm desires to see my God.

2 O, happy souls, who pray

Where God appoints to hear!

O, happy men, who pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still; and happy they

Who love the way to Zion’s hill.

3 They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat, when God, our King

Shall thither bring our willing feet.