Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above

Pleasant are Thy courts ab­ove

In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are Thy courts be­low

In this land of sin and woe;

O

my spir­it longs and faints

For the con­verse of Thy saints

For the bright­ness of Thy face

King of Glo­ry

God of grace.

Happy birds

that sing and fly

Round Thy al­tars

O most High!

Happier souls that

find a rest

In a heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s breast;

Like the wan­der­ing dove

that found

No re­pose on earth around

They can to their ark re­pair

And en­joy it ev­er there.

Happy souls

their prais­es flow

Even in this vale of woe!

Waters in the des­ert rise

Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength

Till they reach Thy throne at length

At Thy feet ad­or­ing fall

Who hast led them safe through all.

Lord

be mine this prize to win

Guide me through a world of sin

Keep me by Thy sav­ing grace

Give me at Thy side a place;

Sun and shield alike Thou art

Guide and guard my err­ing heart.

Grace and glo­ry flow from Thee;

Shower

O show­er them

Lord

on me!