LORD of the worlds above,
Verse 1
LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thy earthly temples are I My heart aspires With warm desires, To see my God.
Verse 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
Verse 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, Shall thither bring Our willing feet.
Verse 4
To spend one sacred day, Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside: I love it more To keep the door Than shine in courts.
Verse 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 Peculiar grace And glory too.
Verse 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.