1 How lovely, how divinely sweet,
O Lord, thy sacred courts appear!
Fain would my longing passions meet
The glories of thy presence there.
2 O, blest the men, blest their employ,
Whom thy indulgent favors raise
To dwell in those abodes of joy,
And sing thy never-ceasing praise.
3 One day within thy sacred gate
Affords more real joy to me,
Than thousands in the tents of state;
The meanest place is bliss with thee.
4 God is a sun; our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows;
God is a shield, through all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.
5 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace,
How blest, divinely blest, is he,
Who trust thy love, and seeks thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on thee!
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | How lovely, how divinely sweet |
| Title: | The happiness of humble Worship |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1845 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | The Church: Public Worship |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |