The Psalms of David ‎#146a

146a. The Pleasure of Publc Worship

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy Dwellings are!
With long Desire my Spirit faints
To meet th' 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 chuses 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 who 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 who find a Place
Within the Temple of thy Grace;
There 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 Sion's Gate;
GOD is their Strength, and thro' the Road
They lean upon their Helper. GOD.

7 Chearful they walk with growing Strength,
'Till all shall meet in Heav'n at length,
'Till all before thy Face appear,
And join in nobler Worship there.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Title: The Pleasure of Publc Worship
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 84
• Topic: Church: God's presence there; Delight and Safety in Church; Glorification: and Grace promised; Worship: delight in it; Worship: public

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