1. How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With strong desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of thy saints. | 2. My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee! | 3. The sparrow chooses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? | 4. Blest are the saints that sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. | 5. Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace: Here they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. | 6. Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God. | 7. Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. | |