Pleasant are Thy courts above,

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    CGS No.: 
    319

    Verse 1
    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!

    Verse 2
    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

    Verse 3
    Happy souls! Their praises flow
    In this vale of sin and 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

    Verse 4
    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 from me!