1 Pleasant are Thy courts above
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are Thy courts below
In this land of sin and woe.
O my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
For Thy fullness, God of grace.
2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High;
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair
And enjoy it ever there.
3 Happy souls, their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength
Till they reach Thy throne at length,
At Thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin,
Keep me by Thy saving grace,
Give me at Thy side a place.
Sun and shield alike Thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart.
Grace and glory flow from Thee;
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.
Source: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #523
|First Line:||Pleasant are Thy courts above|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte (1834)|
Pleasant are Thy courts above. H. F. Lyte. [Ps. lxxxiv.] Published in his Spirit of the Psalms, 1834, in 4 stanzas of 8 1ines and again in later editions. Its use in all English-speaking countries is extensive, and it is usually given in an unaltered form, as in Hymns Ancient & Modern, the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge Church Hymns, &c . In the S. P. C. K. Hymns, 1852, No. 162, a portion of this hymn was given in 4 st. of 41., as "Happy they that find a rest."
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)