O LORD of hosts, how lovely in mine eyes
The tents where Thou dost dwell!
For Thine abode my spirit faints and sighs'
The courts I love so well.
My longing soul is weary
Within Thy house to be;
This world is waste and dreary,
A desert land to me.
"The sparrow, Lord, hath found a sheltered home,
The swallow hath her nest;
She layeth there her young, and though she roam,
Returneth there to rest.
I, to Thine altars flying,
Would there forever be;
My heart and flesh are crying,
O living God, for Thee!
How blest are they who in Thy house abide!
Thee evermore they praise.
How strong the man whom Thou alone dost guide,
Whose heart doth keep Thy ways.
A pilgrim and a stranger,
He leaneth on Thine arm;
And Thou, in time of danger,
Doth shield him from alarm.
" From strength to strength through Baca's vale of woe,
They pass along in prayer,
And gushing streams of living water flow,
Dug by their faithful care:
Thy rain is sent from heaven
To fertilize the land,
And wayside grace is given,
Till they in Zion stand.
" Lord God of hosts, attend unto my prayer!
O Jacob's God, give ear!
Behold, O God our Shield, we through Thy care
Within Thy courts appear:
Look Thou upon the glory
Of Thine Anointed's face;
In Him we stand before Thee,
To witness of Thy grace!
One day with Thee excelleth o'er and o'er
A thousand days apart;
In Thine abode, within Thy temple-door,
Would stand my watchful heart.
Men tell me of the-treasure
Hid in their tents of sin;
I look not there for pleasure,
Nor choose to enter in.
" Own thou the Lord to be thy Sun, thy Shield-
No good will He withhold;
He giveth grace, and soon shall be revealed
His glory, yet untold.
His mighty name confessing,
Walk Thou at peace, and free;
O Lord, how rich the blessing
Of him who trusts in Thee!"
German Choral Music.
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