My Soul, How Lovely Is the Place (EN 1324)

EN 1324 My Soul, How Lovely Is the Place

Ps.84.10

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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.

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There the great Monarch of the skies

His saving power 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.

5

My heart and flesh cry out for Thee,

While far from Thine abode;

When shall I tread Thy courts, and see

My Savior and my God?

6

The sparrow builds herself a nest,

And suffers no remove;

O make me, like the sparrows, blest,

To dwell but where I love.

7

To sit one day beneath Thine eye,

And hear Thy gracious voice,

Exceeds a whole eternity

Employed in carnal joys.

8

Lord, at Thy threshold I would wait

While Jesus is within,

Rather than fill a throne of state,

Or live in tents of sin.

9

Could I command the spacious land,

And the more boundless sea,

For one blest hour at Thy right hand

I’d give them both away.

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