Pleasant are thy courts above. In the land of light and love

Matthew_5-14: Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid, I Am The Light Of The World

Matthew_5-14: Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid, I Am The Light Of The World

Pleasant are thy courts above,

In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are Thy courts below,

In this land of sin and woe,

O, my spirit longs and faints

For the converse of Thy saints,

For the brightness of Thy face,

For Thy fulness, God of grace!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy birds that sing and fly

Round Thy altars, O Most High!

Happier souls that find a rest

In a heavenly Father’s breast!

Like the wandering dove that

found

No repose on earth around,

They can to their ark repair,

And enjoy it ever there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy souls! their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe,

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies,

On they go from strength to strength,

Till they reach Thy throne at length;

At Thy feet adoring fall;

Who hast led them safe through all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord, be mine this prize to win:

Guide me through a world of sin;

Keep me by Thy saving grace;

Give me at Thy side a place

Sun and shield alike Thou art;

Guide and guard my erring heart:

Grace and glory flow from

Thee;

Shower, oh shower them,

Lord, on me!

 

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