O God of Hosts, the Mighty Lord

O God of hosts

the migh­ty Lord

How love­ly is the place

Where Thou

en­throned in glo­ry

show’st

The bright­ness of Thy face.

O Lord of hosts

my king and God

How high­ly blest are they

Who in Thy tem­ple al­ways dwell

And there Thy praise dis­play.

Thrice hap­py they whose choice has Thee

Their sure pro­tect­ion made;

Who long to tread the sac­red ways

That to Thy dwell­ing lead.

For in Thy courts one sin­gle day

’Tis bet­ter to at­tend

Than

Lord

in any place be­sides

A thou­sand days to spend.

For God

who is our sun and shield

Will grace and glo­ry give;

And no good thing will He with­hold

From them that just­ly live.

Thou God

whom heav’n­ly host ob­ey

How high­ly blest is he

Whose hope and trust

se­cure­ly placed

Is still re­posed on Thee.