1 Of all the pleasures that we know,
Thy service Lord exceeds the best
Though in thy earthly courts below,
What is it then among the blest?

2 When we assemble to thy house,
And read thy word, to praise, and pray,
To hear thy gospel, pay our vows,
With what delight we spend the day!

3 How short the hours of worship seem!
What raptures do our spirits feel!
While we can speak and hear of him,
Who suffer'd death to work our weal!

4 From morn till noon, form noon till eve,
The pleasing theme we could attend;
Such satisfaction we receive
As strangers cannot comprehend.

5 All earthly joys with these compar'd,
Are less than nothing in our eyes;
Pleasures of sense we disregard,
And those of sin we would despise.