How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty!@Psalm 84:1
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.

Darwall’s 148th John Darwall, in The New Universal Psalmodist, by Aaron Williams, 1770 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.

The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long to find
Their wonted rest:
My spirit faints with equal zeal
To rise and dwell among thy saints.

O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay their constant
Service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion’s hill.

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!

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.

God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defense;
With gifts His hands are filled;
We draw our blessings thence.
He shall bestow
On Jacob’s race peculiar grace
And glory too.

The Lord His people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,
From pure and pious souls:
Thrice happy he,
O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts
Alone in Thee.