O Lord of Hosts, my King and God

1 O Lord of Hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

2 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

3 Who pass through parch'd and thirsty vales,
Yet no refreshment want:
Their pools are fill'd with rain, which thou
At their Request dost grant.

4 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near;
Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear.

Source: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #P.XX