6. L. M. Watts. |How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.|
1 Great God! attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee, on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our Sun -- he makes our day;
God is our shield -- he guards our way;
All needful grace he will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too.
4 O God! our king, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.