How Lovely is Thy dwelling Great God to whom all greatness is belonging To view Thy Courts, farr, farr from any telling My Soul doth long and pine with longing Unto the God that liveth The God that all life giveth My heart and body both aspire Above delight, beyond desire. Alas, the sparrow knoweth The house where free, and feareless shee resideth Directly to the Neast the swallow goeth Where with her sonns she safe abideth O Altars Thyne most Mighty In warr, yea most Almighty Thy Altars Lord, Ah! Why should I From Altars thyne excluded ly. O happy, who remaineth Thy household man, and still thy prayse unfoldeth O happy who himself on Thee susteineth Who to Thy house his journy holdeth Meeseems I see them going Where Mulberrys are growing How wells they digg in thirsty Plaine And cisterns make for falling rain Me sees I se augmented Still troop with troop, till all at length discover Sion, wherto their sight is represented The Lord of hosts, the Sion lover O Lord, O God most mighty In warr, yea most Allmighty Heare what I begg, hearken I say O Jacobs God to what I pray. Thou art the shield us shieldeth Then Lord behold the face of Thyne Anoynted One day spent in Thy Courts more comfort yeeldeth Than thousands other wise appoynted I count it clearer pleasure To spend my Ages treasure Wayting a Porter at Thy Gates Than dwell A Lord with wicked mates. Thou art the Sun that shineth Thou art the buckler Lord that us defendeth Glory and Grace Jehovas hand assigneth And good without refusall sendeth To him, who truly treadeth The Path to pureness leadeth O Lord of might, most blessed hee Whose Confidence is built on Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN A HOP AT SARATOGA by LEVI BISHOP ON THE WAY TO CHURCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOVE'S MELODY by BARBARA MARIE BOOTH |