My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.@Psalm 84:2
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.

Wareham William Knapp, 1738 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William Knapp (1698-1768)

How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th’assemblies of Thy saints.

My flesh would rest in Thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and Thee?

The sparrow chooses where to rest
And for her young provides her nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which His children want?

Bless’d are the saints who sit on high
Around Thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

Bless’d are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.

Bless’d are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Sion’s gate;
God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in Heav’n at length,
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in a nobler worship there.