168b. 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,
Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great monarch of the skies
His saving pow'r displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quick'ning rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly 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, bless'd,
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 bless'd 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: 1791
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Notes: Paraphrased
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