HOW LOVELY ARE THY TENTS, O LORD Wesley, 1798
How lovely are Thy tents, O Lord!
Wherever Thou choosest to record
Thy name, or place Thy house of prayer;
My life outflies the angel choir,
And faints, overpowered with strong desire,
To meet Thy special presence there.
My heart and my mind cry out for God;
There would I fix my life's abode.
As birds that in the altars nest;
There would I all my young ones bring,
And offering to my God and king,
And in Thy courts for ever rest.
Happy the men to whom 'tis given,
To dwell within that gate of heaven,
And in Thy presence record Thy praise;
Whose strength and confidence Thou art,
Who feel Thee, Savior, in their heart.
The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace:
Who, passing through the mournful vale,
Drink, comfort from the living well,
That flows replenished from above;
From strength to strength advancing here,
Till ALL before our God appear,
And each receives the crown of love.
Better a day Thy courts within
Than thousands in the tents of sin;
How base the noblest pleasure there!
How great the weakest child of Thine!
His meanest task is all divine,
And kings and priest Thy servants are.
O Lord of hosts, how blest is he
Who steadfastly believes in Thee!
He all Thy promises shall gain;
The life that on Thy love
Thy perfect love
on earth shall taste,
And soon with Thee in glory reign,