323. God of Hosts, the mighty Lord

God of Hosts, the mighty Lord,

How lovely is the place

Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show'st

The brightness of Thy face!

o

My longing soul faints witli desire

To view Thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out

For Thee the living God.

For in Thy Courts one single day

'Tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides

A thousand days to spend.

O Lord of Hosts, my King- and God,

How highly blest are they

Who in Thy temple always dwell,

And there Thy praise display!

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.