Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 My soul would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee!
3 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,