By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
      O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
      With strong desire my spirit faints
      To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

      2 Blest are the saints that sit on high,
      Around thy throne of majesty;
      Thy brightest glories shine above,
      And all their work is praise and love.

      3 Blest are the souls that find a place
      Within the temple of thy grace;
      Here they behold thy gentler rays,
      And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

      4 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.

      5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
      Till all shall meet in heaven at length.
      Till all before thy face appear,
      And join in nobler worship there.