How lovely
Lord of Hosts
to me
The tabernacles of Thy grace;
O how I long
yea
faint to see
Thy hallowed courts
Thy dwelling place;
For Thee my heart and spirit sigh
For Thee
O living God
I cry.
The sparrow has her place of rest;
The swallow
through Thy kindly care
Has found where she may build her nest
And brood her young in safety there;
Thy altars as my rest I sing
O Lord of Hosts
my God
my king.
Blest they who in Thy house abide
They still to Thee shall render praise;
Blest they who in Thy strength confide
And in whose hearts are Zion’s ways;
Though passing through the vale of tears
Like springs of joy Thy grace appears.
Advancing still from strength to strength
They onward go where saints have trod
Till every one appears at length
In Zion’s courts before his God;
Jehovah
God of Hosts
give ear
Our fathers’ God
in mercy hear.
Upon us look
O God
our shield
The face of Thy anointed see;
A thousand other days can yield
No gladness like one day with Thee;
Though only at Thy door I wait
No tents of sin give joy so great.
God
our shield and sun
Will grace and glory surely give;
No good will He withhold from one
Who in His sight shall rightly live;
most blest is he
Who puts his steadfast trust in Thee.
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