Scripture Verse

How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! Psalm 84:1


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Long­ing for the house of God.

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

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Dar­wall (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.