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
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
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
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.
I am so impressed with who ever post this. Almighty God will always be there for his people
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot #MichaelOkeke
DeleteThis hymn excites me to no end
ReplyDeleteI so much love it