MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD
972 Lord of the Worlds Above
My souls longeth, yea for the courts of the Lord.
Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode, my heart aspires
with warm desires to see my God.
O happy souls that pray where God appoints 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!
They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears,
Till each o’ercomes at length , till each in heav’n appears;
O glorious seat! Thou God our King, shalt thither bring
Our willing feet!
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
His saving grace, and glory too.