Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#LXXXIVc

LXXXIVc. Delight in ordinances of Worship; or, GOD present in his churches

1 My Soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy GOD resorts!
'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face,
Tho' in his earthly courts.

2 There the great monarch of the skies
His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place,
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty GOD, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will:
And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

Pause.

5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;
When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my GOD?

6 The sparrow builds her self a nest,
And suffers no remove;
Oh make me, like the sparrows, blest,
To dwell but where I love.

7 To set one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employ'd in carnal joys.

8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,
While Jesus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of state,
Among the tents of sin.

9 Could I command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand
I'd give them both away.

Text Information

• First Line: My Soul, how lovely is the place
• Title: Delight in ordinances of Worship; or, GOD present in his churches
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 84:1-3
  ;
  Psalm 84:10

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