Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!

To Thine abode

My heart aspires,

With warm desires

To see my God.

The sparrow for her young

With pleasure seeks a nest,

And wandering swallows long

To find their wonted rest:

My spirit faints,

With equal zeal

To rise and dwell

Among Thy saints.

O happy souls that pray

To Him that heareth prayer!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

They praise Thee still;

And happy they

Who love the way

To Zion’s hill.

They go from strength to strength,

Though oft through pain and tears,

Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat!

Our God and King

Shall thither bring

Our willing feet.