1. My soul, how lovely is the place,
To which thy God resorts!
‘Tis heav’n, to see his smiling face,
Within celestial courts.
My heart and flesh cry out for thee
While far from thine abode:
When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?
2. The sparrow builds herself a nest,
And suffers no remove;
O make me like the sparrows blest,
To dwell but where I love.
To sit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employ’d in carnal joys.
3. Much more than fill a throne of state,
Or live in tents of sin;
Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,
While Jesus is within.
Could I command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand,
I’d give them both away.
Author: Isaac Watts (Psalm 84:1,2,3,10)
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