How love­ly, how di­vine­ly sweet,
Oh Lord! Thy sac­red courts ap­pear;
Fain would my long­ing pass­ions meet
The glo­ries of Thy pre­sence there.

O blessed the men, blessed their em­ploy,
Whom Thy in­dul­gent fa­vors raise
To dwell in those abodes of joy,
And sing Thy ne­ver ceas­ing praise.

Happy the men whom strength di­vine
With ar­dent love and zeal in­spires;
Whose steps to Thy blest way in­cline
With will­ing hearts and warm de­sires.

One day with­in Thy sac­red gate,
Affords more real joy to me
Than thou­sands in the tents of state;
The mean­est place is bliss with Thee.