By:
Watts
Narrator:
Luther Loucks et. al.
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.
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.
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.