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How amiable, how fair

How amiable, how fair

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

How amiable, how fair
O Lord of Hosts! to me
Thy tabernacles are!
My flesh cries out for Thee;
My heart and soul, with heavenward fire,
To Thee, the living God, aspire,

The sparrow finds a place
To build her little nest,
The swallows' wandering race
Hither return to rest;
Beneath Thy roof their young ones cry,
And round Thine Altar learn to fly.

Thrice blessed they who dwell
Within Thy house, my God!
Where daily praises swell,
And still the floor is trod
By those, who in Thy presence bow;
By those whose King and God art Thou.

Through Baca's arid vale,
As pilgrims when they pass
The well-springs never fail;
Fresh rain renews the grass;
From strength to strength they journey still,
Till all appear on Zion's hill.

Lord God of Hosts! give ear,
A gracious answer yield;
O God of Jacob! hear;
Behold, O God! our shield;
Look on Thine own Anointed One
And save through thy beloved Son.

Lord, I would rather stand
A keeper at Thy gate,
Than on the king's right hand
In tents of earthly state;
One day within Thy courts, one day
Is worth a thousand cast away.

God is a sun of light,
Glory and grace to shed,
God is a helm of might
To guard the faithful head.
O Lord of Hosts! how happy he,
The man who puts his trust in Thee.

Source: Sacred Poems and Hymns #105

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: How amiable, how fair
Author: James Montgomery
Language: English



Instances (1 - 3 of 3)
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Christian Hymns #393

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Hymn and Tune Book for Use in Old School or Primitive Baptist Churches #139


Sacred Poems and Hymns #105

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