1 How pleasant and 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 chooses where to rest,
And for her young provides her nest,
But will my God to sparrows grant,
That pleasure which his children want?
4 Bless'd are the saints who sit on high
Around thy throne, above the sky;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
|First Line:||How pleasant, how divinely fair|
|Title:||How Pleasant, How Divinely Fair|