O Lord, How Lovely Is the Place
1. O Lord, how lovely is the place, Where thou vouch-safst to show thy face,
2. O Lord of Hosts! how blest are they, Who in thine house thy praise display,
In glory, ever bright arrayed; My soul faints for thy blest abode,
Whose hopes in thee are firmly placed; Who with a pious zeal do tread
My heart cries out to see her God With lustre unobscured displayed.
The ways that to thy temple lead; For they shall never be disgraced.
The birds around thy temple throng, And there they build and hatch their young.
In parchèd vales they know no want, For thou refreshing rain shall grant.
2. O Lord of Hosts! how blest are they, Who in thine house thy praise display,
In glory, ever bright arrayed; My soul faints for thy blest abode,
Whose hopes in thee are firmly placed; Who with a pious zeal do tread
My heart cries out to see her God With lustre unobscured displayed.
The ways that to thy temple lead; For they shall never be disgraced.
The birds around thy temple throng, And there they build and hatch their young.
In parchèd vales they know no want, For thou refreshing rain shall grant.
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