How Pleasant

1How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts,
Thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints To meet th'assemblies of the saints.

2Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentle rays,
And seek Thy face and learn Thy praise.

3Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate:
God is their strength; and thro' the road They lean upon their helper,
God.