1 Lord of Hosts, how lovely fair,
E’en on earth Thy temples are;
Here Thy waiting people see
Much of heav’n and much of Thee.
2 From Thy gracious presence flows
Bliss that softens all our woes;
While Thy Spirit’s holy fire
Warms our hearts with pure desire.
3 Here we supplicate Thy throne,
Here Thou mak’st Thy glories known;
Here we learn Thy righteous ways,
Taste Thy love and sing Thy praise.
4 Thus with sacred songs of joy,
We our happy lives employ;
Love, and long to love Thee more,
Till from earth to heav’n we soar.
Source: Songs of Sovereign Grace #173
First Line: | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair |
Title: | The Excellency of Public Worship |
Author: | Daniel Turner |
Meter: | 7.7.7.7 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Lord of hosts, how lovely fair [how bright, how fair] . D. Turner. [Public Worship.] First published in Rippon's Baptist Selection, 1st ed., 1787, No. 342, in 4 stanzas of 4 lines and entitled, "The Excellency of Public Worship." From Rippon's Selection it has passed into several Non¬conformist collections, sometimes in its original form, and also as, "Lord of hosts, how bright, how fair,” as in the Baptist Psalms & Hymns, 1858 and 1880.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)