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How lovely is the place
The brightness of Thy face !
2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode :
For Thee, the living God.
3 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
And there Thy praise display !
4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee,
Their sure protection made ;
That to Thy dwelling lead ! 5 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near,
Before their God appear.
6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he,
To Thine abode
My heart aspires
With warm desires
O happy souls that pray
They praise Thee still ;
And happy they
That love the way
3 They go from strength to strength
Throu this dark vale of tears,
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Happy birds that sing and fly
3 Happy souls ; their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe ;
H. F. Lyte.
Thy goodness to adore,
On us Thy blessing pour ;
The Blood in mercy shed ;
Lord ! let our souls be fed !
Help us Thy quickening grace to feel. 3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh!
Accept the humble prayer,
The sinner's heartfelt tear;
And doth Thy Cup with love o'erflow ?
And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes !
Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood !
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 Oh! let Thy Table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests ;
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 4 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord ! And bid our drooping graces live ;
P. Doddridge. 306. Sancti, venite, Corpus Christi sumite. 1 DRAW nigh, and take the Body of the Lord,
And drink the holy Blood for you outpoured.
Whereby refreshed, we render thanks to God. 3 Salvation's Giver, Christ the only Son,
By that His Cross and Blood the victory won, 4 Offered was He for greatest and for least:
Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest. 5 Victims were offered by the Law of old,
That in a type, celestial mysteries told. 6 He, Ransomer from death, and Light from
shade, Giveth His holy grace His saints to aid. 7 Approach ye then, with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here.
7. M. Neale. (tr.)