How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, your dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
to meet th’ assemblies of your saints.
The sparrow chooses where to rest,
and for her young provides a nest;
God, even sparrows will obtain
the pleasure which your children gain.
Blest are the ones whose hearts are set
to find the pathway to your gate;
you are their strength; and through the road
they lean upon your help, O God.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #34
|First Line:||How pleasant, how divinely fair|
|Title:||The Pleasure of Public Worship|