Within Thy courts I long to be;
Thy presence, Lord, my spirit craves,
For this my heart cries out to Thee.
And at Thine incense altar blest,
Even the sparrow finds a home,
And swallow there prepares her nest.
When living in Thy house find rest,
Relying on the altar’s blood,
Enjoying there the incense blest.
Trusting in Thee they are made strong;
Highways to Zion in their hearts,
The way they care not, rough or long.
Make it a place of springing wells;
The rain with blessings covers it
And in the way God’s mercy tells.
Before the Lord in Zion meet;
Thus ever seeking Thine own self,
They need Thy care and grace replete.
Than days a thousand I would tell;
I’d rather at Thy threshold stand
Than in the wicked’s tents to dwell.
Thou grace and glory wilt supply;
Thy presence and Thy very self
My need in fulness satisfy.
From those who walk in uprightness;
Bless’d is the man that trusts in Thee
With grace and glory measureless.