The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84. |
66. L. M. Watts. The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps.84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 3 Blest 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. 4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join the nobler worship there.
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