271. Lord of the Worlds Above

6,6,6,6,8,8.
by I. Watts
1
Lord of the worlds above,
 
How pleasant and how fair
 
The dwellings of Thy love — 
 
The heavenly mansions are!
 
To Thine abode
 
Our hearts aspire,
 
With warm desire,
 
To see our God.
2
There is Thy throne of grace,
 
And there the sprinkled blood;
 
There lives, before Thy face,
 
Our great High Priest, O God!
 
His name our plea,
 
We now draw near,
 
In holy fear,
 
To worship Thee.
3
We go from strength to strength,
 
Through this dark vale of tears,
 
Till each arrives at length,
 
And safe in heaven appears:
 
Oh glorious seat!
 
Where God the King
 
Shall shortly bring
 
Our willing feet.
“Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.” (Psalm 84:6)
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