C. M.
The house of God.
Watts.
My soul! how lovely is the place,
To which thy God resorts!
’Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickening rays.
3 There, mighty God! thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.
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