Days in the Sanctuary

1 How lovely, Lord of hosts, to me
The tabernacles of Thy grace;
O how I long, yea, faint to see
Thy hallowed courts, Thy dwelling-place;
For Thee my heart and spirit sign,
For Thee, O living God, I cry.

2 The sparrow has her place of rest;
The swallow thro' Thy kindly care,
Has found where she may build her nest
And brood her young in safety there;
Thy altars as my rest I sing,
O Lord of Hosts, my God, my King.

3 Blest they who in Thy house abide,
They still to Thee shall render praise;
Blest they who in Thy strength confide,
And in whose hearts are Zion's ways;
Tho' passing thro' the vale of tears,
Like springs of joy Thy grace appears.

4 Advancing still from strength to strength,
They onward go where saints have trod,
Till ev'ry one appears at length
In Zion's courts before his God;
Jehovah God of Hosts, give ear,
Our father's God, in mercy hear.

5 Upon us look, O God, our shield,
The face of Thy anointed see;
A thousand other days can yield
No gladness like one day with Thee;
Tho' only at Thy door I wait,
No tents of sin give joy so great.

6 Jehovah, God our Shield and Sun,
Will grace and glory surely give;
No good will He withhold from one
Who in His sight shall rightly live;
O Lord of Hosts, most blest is he
Who puts his steadfast trust in Thee.


Source: The Psalter: with responsive readings #229

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