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

2 O happy souls that pray
Where God delights to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still,
And happy they
Who love the way
To Zion’s hill!

3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each o’ercomes at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat!
Thou God, our King,
Shalt thither bring
Our willing feet.

4 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts His hands are filled,
We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow
Upon our race
His saving grace,
And glory too.

5 The Lord His people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,
From holy, humble souls
Thrice happy he,
O Lord of Hosts,
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in Thee!