1 My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays.
3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace.
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still.