369    L.M.     Isaac Watts
The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 1-10

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
  O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
  With long desire my spirit faints,
  To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

2 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
  Around the throne of majesty;
  Thy brightest glories shine above,
  And all their work is praise and love.

3 Blest are the souls that find a place
  Within the temple of thy grace;
  There they behold thy gentler rays,
  And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
  To find the way to Zion’s gate;
  God is their strength, and through the road
  They lean upon their helper, God.