Days in the Sanctuary

Verse 1

How lovely, Lord of hosts, to me The tabernacles of Thy grace; O how I long, yea, faint to see Thy hallowed courts, Thy dwelling-place; For Thee my heart and spirit sign, For Thee, O living God, I cry.

Verse 2

The sparrow has her place of rest; The swallow thro' Thy kindly care, Has found where she may build her nest And brood her young in safety there; Thy altars as my rest I sing, O Lord of Hosts, my God, my King.

Verse 3

Blest they who in Thy house abide, They still to Thee shall render praise; Blest they who in Thy strength confide, And in whose hearts are Zion's ways; Tho' passing thro' the vale of tears, Like springs of joy Thy grace appears.

Verse 4

Advancing still from strength to strength, They onward go where saints have trod, Till ev'ry one appears at length In Zion's courts before his God; Jehovah God of Hosts, give ear, Our father's God, in mercy hear.

Verse 5

Upon us look, O God, our shield, The face of Thy anointed see; A thousand other days can yield No gladness like one day with Thee; Tho' only at Thy door I wait, No tents of sin give joy so great.

Verse 6

Jehovah, God our Shield and Sun, Will grace and glory surely give; No good will He withhold from one Who in His sight shall rightly live; O Lord of Hosts, most blest is he Who puts his steadfast trust in Thee.