Pleasant are Thy courts above


 * 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 fullness, 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, O shower them, Lord, on me.

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