How Lovely Are Thy Tents, O Lord (EN 1322)

EN 1322 How Lovely Are Thy Tents, O Lord

Ps.84.10

Versi Version 1

1

How lovely are Thy tents, O Lord!

Where’er Thou choosest to record

Thy Name, or place Thy house of prayer;

My soul outflies the angel choir,

And faints, o’erpowered with strong desire,

To meet Thy special presence there.

2

My heart and flesh cry out for God;

There would I fix my soul’s abode,

As birds that in the altars nest;

There would I all my young ones bring,

An offering to my God and King,

And in Thy courts for ever rest.

3

Happy the men to whom ’tis given,

To dwell within that gate of Heaven,

And in Thy house record Thy praise;

Whose strength and confidence Thou art,

Who feel Thee, Savior, in their heart,

The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace:

4

Who, passing through the mournful vale,

Drink comfort from the living well,

That flows replenished from above;

From strength to strength advancing here,

Till all before their God appear,

And each receives the crown of love.

5

Better a day Thy courts within

Than thousands in the tents of sin;

How base the noblest pleasure there!

How great the weakest child of Thine!

His meanest task is all divine,

And kings and priests Thy servants are.

6

The Lord protects and cheers His own,

Their light and strength, their shield and sun;

He shall both grace and glory give;

Unlimited His bounteous grant;

No real good they e’er shall want;

All, all is theirs, who righteous live.

7

O Lord of hosts, how blest is he

Who steadfastly believes in Thee!

He all Thy promises shall gain;

The soul that on Thy love is cast

Thy perfect love on earth shall taste,

And soon with Thee in glory reign.

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