“How amiable are thy Tabernacle. O LORD of hosts” Psalm 84:1
1 Pleasant are Thy court 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 saint
For the brightness of Thy face.
For Thy fullness, God of grace!
2 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.
3 Happy souls! Their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe,
Waters in the dessert 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.
4 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 me erring hear
Grace and glory flow from thee:
Shower, oh shower them, Lord on me!