1 Happy the men, whom strength divine
With ardent love and zeal inspires!
Whose steps to thy blest way incline,
With willing hearts and warm desires.
2 One day within thy sacred gate
Affords more real joy to me,
Than thousands in the tents of state;
The meanest place is bliss with thee.
3 God is a sun: our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows.
God is a shield, through all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.
4 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace!
How blest, divinely blest is he,
Who trusts thy love, and seeks thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on thee!
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First Line: | Happy the men, whom strength divine |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Public Worship |