Pleasant are Thy court 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 saint For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fullness, God of grace!

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 They can to their ark repair: And enjoy it ever there.

Happy souls! Their praises flow Even in this vale of woe, Waters in the dessert 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.

Lord, be mine this prize to win: Guide me through a world of sin: Keep me by thy saving grace; Give me at thy side a place Sun and shield alike thou art Guide and guard me erring hear Grace and glory flow from thee: Shower, oh shower them, Lord on me!