Lord of the worlds a-bove,
How plea-sant and how fair
The dwel-lings of Thy love,
Thine earth-ly tem-ples are!
To Thine a-bode,
My heart a-spires with warm de-sires
To see my God.
O hap-py souls that pray
Where God ap-points to hear!
O hap-py men that pay
Their con-stant ser-vice there!
They praise Thee still;
And hap-py they that love the way
To Zion's hill.
They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
'Til each ar-rives at length,
'Til each in heaven ap-pears;
O glo-rious seat,
When God, our King, shall thi-ther bring
Our wil-ling feet!
God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our de-fense;
With gifts His hands are filled;
We draw our bles-sings thence.
Thrice happy be,
O God of hosts, whose Spi-rit trusts
A-lone in Thee!
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