O Lord of Hosts, my King and God

Verse 1

O Lord of Hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display!

Verse 2

Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to thy dwelling lead!

Verse 3

Who pass through parch'd and thirsty vales, Yet no refreshment want: Their pools are fill'd with rain, which thou At their Request dost grant.

Verse 4

Thus they proceed from strength to strength, And still approach more near; Till all on Sion's holy mount Before their God appear.