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Psalm 84 Version 2
LORD of the worlds above,
    How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
    Thine earthly temples, are!
        To Thine abode
            My heart aspires
            With warm desires
        To see my God.
 
2  O happy souls that pray
    Where God appoints to hear!
O happy those who pay
    Their constant service there!
        They praise Thee still;
            And happy they
            That love the way
        To Zionís hill.
 
3  They go from strength to strength
    Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
    Till each in Heaven appears;
        O glorious seat,
            When God our King
            Shall thither bring
        Our willing feet!
 
4  To spend one sacred day
    Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy
    Than thousand days beside:
        Where God resorts,
            I love it more
            To keep the door
        Than shine in courts.
 
5  God is our sun and shield,
    Our light and our defence;
With gifts His hands are filled,
    We draw our blessings thence:
        He shall bestow
            On Jesusí race
            Distinctive grace
        And glory too.
 
6  The Lord His people loves:
    His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,
    Renewed and ransomed souls:
        Thrice happy he,
            O God of hosts,
            Whose spirit trusts
        Alone in Thee.
 
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748