1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant Thing to stand
In Gardens planted by thine Hand;
Let me within thy Courts be seen
Like a young Cedar, fresh and green.
2 There grow thy Saints in Faith and Love,
Blest with thine Infl'ence from above;
Not Lebanon with all its Trees
Yields such a comely Sight as these.
3 The Plants of Grace shall ever live;
(Nature decays, but Grace must thrive)
Time, that doth all Things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with Fruits of Age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true;
None that attend his Gates shall find
A GOD unfaithful or unkind.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Lord, 'tis a pleasant Thing to stand |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Church: God's garden; Psalm: for the Lord's day; Saints: Reward at last |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |