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Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #183 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day, Around Thine altar meet; And tens of thousands throng to pay Their homage at Thy feet. They see Thy power and glory there, As I have seen them too; They read, they hear, they join in prayer, As I was wont to do. They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung In sweet and solemn lays; Were I among them, my glad tongue Might learn new themes of praise. For Thou art in their midst to teach When on Thy name they call, And Thou hast blessings, Lord, for each,-- Hast blessings, Lord, for all. I, of such fellowship bereft, In spirit turn to Thee; Oh! hast not Thou a blessing left, A blessing, Lord, for me? 186 The dew lies thick on all the ground; Shall my poor fleece be dry? The manna rains from heaven around; Shall I of hunger die? Behold Thy prisoner;--loose my bands, If 'tis Thy gracious will: If not,--contented in Thy hands, Behold Thy prisoner still! I may not to Thy courts repair, Yet here Thou surely art; Lord, consecrate an house of prayer In my surrender'd heart. To faith reveal the things unseen, To hope the joys untold; Let love, without a veil between, Thy glory now behold. Oh! make Thy face on me to shine, That doubt and fear may cease; Lift up Thy countenance benign On me,--and give me peace. Topics: Prisoner of the Lord; Sabbath in a sick chamber; Sick chamber meditation Languages: English