1 How lovely, how divinely sweet,
O Lord, Thy sacred courts appear!
Fain would my longing passions meet
The glories of Thy presence there.

2 Oh, blest the men, blest their employ,
Whom Thine indulgent favors raise
To dwell in those abodes of joy,
And sing Thy never-ceasing praise.

3 One day within Thy sacred gate
Affords more real joy to me
Than thousands in the tents of state;
The meanest place is bliss with Thee.

4 God is a sun; our brightest day
From His reviving presence flows;
God is a shield through all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.

5 O Lord of hosts, Thou God of grace,
How blest, divinely best, is he
Who trusts Thy love and seeks Thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on Thee!