Psalms 84

Psalm 84 (1 of 3)

1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are I With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of Thy saints.

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

3 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.

4 Bless'd are the souls that find a place Within the temple of Thy grace;

There they behold Thy gentler rays, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.

5 Bless'd are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road, They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength.

Till all shall meet in heaven at length.

Till all before Thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 84 (2 of 3)

1 GREAT God, attend while Sion sings The joy that from Thy presence springs; To spend one day with Thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within Thy house, O God of grace! Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door.

3 God is our sun, He makes our day;

God is our shield, He guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too;

He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at Thy presence flee;

Bless'd is the man that trusts in Thee.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 84 (3 of 3)

1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thy earthly temples are I To Thine abode, My heart aspires With warm desires, To see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear I O happy men that pay Their constant service there I They praise Thee still; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.

3 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.

4 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.

5 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence; With gifts His hands are fill'd;

We draw our blessings thence;

He shall bestow On Jacob's race

Peculiar grace And glory too.

6 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.

Isaac Watts, 1719.