The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) ‎#287

287. How pleasant, how divinely fair

1.
How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With strong desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

2.
My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee!

3.
The sparrow chooses where to rest,
And for her young provides her nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want?

4.
Blest are the saints that sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

5.
Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace:
Here they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

6.
Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate
God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

7.
Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length,
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

Text Information

• First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Title: How pleasant, how divinely fair
• Meter: L.M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1854

Tune Information

• Name: PORTUGAL
• Meter: L.M.