LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand

LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by Thine hand: Let me within Thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

There grow Thy saints in faith and love, Bless'd with Thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these.

The plants of grace shall ever live; Nature decays, but grace must thrive; Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend His gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.