1 Fair beyond telling,
Lord, is Thy dwelling,
Filled with Thy peace.
Oh, how I languish
Here in my anguish,
Seeking release,
That I may enter Thy temple, O Lord,
With Thee communing in deepest accord.

2 With Thy compassion,
Lord of salvation,
Naught can compare;
Even the sparrow
Safe from the arrow
Rests in Thy care.
And as Thou shieldest the bird in its nest,
So let my heart in Thy temple find rest.

3 Years full of splendors,
Which to offenders
Earth may afford,
Never can measure
One day of pleasure
Found with Thee, Lord,
When on the wings of Thy quickening Word
Souls are uplifted and Thou art adored.

4 Rich in Thy blessing,
Onward progressing
Are now Thy friends,
Strengthened in spirit,
Each by Thy merit
Upward ascends
Till, when at home in that city of gold,
All shall in wonder Thy presence behold.