How charm­ing is the place
Where my Re­deem­er God
Unveils the beau­ties of His face,
And sheds His love abroad.

Not the fair pal­ac­es
To which the great re­sort,
Are once to be com­pared with this,
Where Je­sus holds His court.

Here, on the mer­cy seat,
With ra­di­ant glo­ry crowned,
Our joy­ful eyes be­hold Him sit,
And smile on all around.

To Him their pray­ers and cries
Each hum­ble soul pre­sents:
He list­ens to their brok­en sighs,
And grants them all their wants.

To them His so­ve­reign will
He gra­cious­ly im­parts;
And in re­turn ac­cepts, with smiles,
The tri­bute of their hearts.

Give me, O Lord, a place
Within Thy blest abode,
Among the child­ren of Thy grace,
The ser­vants of my God.