346: LORD of the worlds above

346: LORD of the worlds above

by I Watts (1674-1748)
(except v. 2)

1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
The heavenly mansions are!
To Thine abode
Our hearts aspire,
With warm desire
To see our God.

2 There is Thy throne of grace,
The virtue of the blood;
There lives before Thy face
Our great High Priest, O God;
His name our plea,
We now draw near
In holy fear,
To worship Thee.

3 We go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
And safe in heaven appears:
O glorious seat,
Where God the King
Shall shortly bring
Our willing feet.