Amherst

Lyrics

Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode, my heart aspires
With warm desires to see my God.

The sparrow for her young,
With pleasure seeks a nest;
And wand’ring swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints with equal zeal
To rise and dwell among thy saints.

O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion’s hill.