Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above

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 Even in this vale of 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, on me. Amen.