4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man that trusts in thee. Psalm 84:3. 14 2 3 10. Paraphrased. C. M. Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present in his churches. 1 My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. PAUSE. 5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode: When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God? 6 The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. 7 To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys. 8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. 9 Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. Psalm 84:4. As the 148th Psalm. Longing for the house of God. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples are! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God. 2 The sparrow, for her young, With pleasure seeks her nest; And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among thy saints. 3 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 That love the way To Zion's hill. 4 They go from strength to strength, Thro' this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, When God our king Shall thither bring Our willing feet! PAUSE. 5 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside; Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door Than shine in courts. 6 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence With gifts his hands are fill'd, We draw our blessings thence; He shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. 7 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee.