Verse 1
Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are:
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
Verse 2
O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion’s hill.
Verse 3
They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!
Verse 4
God is our Sun and Shield,
Our Light and our Defence;
With gifts His hands are filled;
We draw our blessings thence;
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee.
Isaac Watts, “Lord of the Worlds Above”