English poem
Psalm LXXXIV. Sec. Part. Com. Met. Delight in divine ordinances
by Anonymous
O LORD how worthy of our love Is that delightful place, Where we can meet to pray and hear Thy word of truth and grace!
Our longing soul saints with desire To tread that blest abode; Our panting heart and flesh cry out For thee, the living God.
There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickning rays.
The birds more happy far than we Around thy temple throng; Securely there they build and there, Securely hatch their young.
Thrice happy they whose choice has thee Their sure protection made! Who love to tread the sacred ways Which to thy temple lead!
Thus they proceed by various steps, And still approach more near, Till all on Zion's heavenly mount Before their God appear.
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