[Video+Lyrics] Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
1 PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O! my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fullness, God of grace!
2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father’s breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
The can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length;
At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord be mine this prize to win:
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by Thy saving grace;
Give me by Thy side a place
Sun and shield alike thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee:
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!
Lyrics: H. F. Lyte
Tune: W. B. Gilbert