O Lord, how lovely is the place

1 O LORD, how lovely is the Place
Where thou, vouchsaf'st to shew thy Face,
In Glory, ever bright array'd;
My Soul faints for thy blest Abode,
My Heart cries out to see her GOD
With Lustre unobscur'd display'd.
The Birds around thy Temple throng;
And there they build and hatch their Young.

2 O LORD of Hosts! how blest are they,
Who in thine House thy Praise display,
Whose Hopes in thee are firmly plac'd;
Who with a pious Zeal do tread
The Ways that to thy Temple lead,
For they shall never be disgrac's.
In parched Vales they know no Want,
For thou refreshing Rain shall grant.

3 Thus they proceed, free from all Fear,
From Strength to Strength, 'till all appear
On Sion's Mount, for ever bless'd.
LORD let my humble Pray'r be heard,
My Soul's sincere Desires regard;
To thee, O Jacob's GOD! address'd;
To us thy sure Protection bring,
And look on thine anointed King.

4 For in thy Courts one Day to dwell,
In solid Pleasure, doth excell
A Thousand Days, wherever spent.
A Habitation of my GOD,
I choose to be my fix'd Abode;
And, dwelling there, would be content,
Rather to keep his Temple Gate,
Than live with wicked Men in State.

5 For GOD, our great Defence and Light,
To guide us in the Way that's right,
His Grace and Glory still bestows;
And to all those who justly live,
The LORD shall ev'ry Blessing give;
His plenteous Mercy ever flows.
O GOD, how highly blest ishe,
Whose Trust is still repos'd in thee!


Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #LXXXIV