Believer's Lodging and Inn, While on Earth, The - Verse 4: Blessed Are They That Dwell in Thy House
O happy they that haunt thy house below,
And to thy royal sanctuary flow;
Not for itself, but for the glorious One,
Who there inhabits his erected throne!
Others pass by, but here their dwelling is;
O happy people, crown'd with bays of bliss!
Bless'd with the splendid lustre of his face,
Bless'd with the high melodious sound of grace,
That wakens souls into a sweet amaze,
And turns their spirits to a harp of praise;
Which loudly makes the lower temple ring
With hallelujahs to the mighty king:
And thus they antedate the nobler song
Of that celestial and triumphant throng
Who warble notes of praise eternity along.
And to thy royal sanctuary flow;
Not for itself, but for the glorious One,
Who there inhabits his erected throne!
Others pass by, but here their dwelling is;
O happy people, crown'd with bays of bliss!
Bless'd with the splendid lustre of his face,
Bless'd with the high melodious sound of grace,
That wakens souls into a sweet amaze,
And turns their spirits to a harp of praise;
Which loudly makes the lower temple ring
With hallelujahs to the mighty king:
And thus they antedate the nobler song
Of that celestial and triumphant throng
Who warble notes of praise eternity along.
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