Richard Partridge - O God of Hosts, the mighty Lord - текст песни (слова)

O God of Hosts, the mighty Lord,
 How lovely is the place
 Where thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st
 The brightness of thy face.
 
 My longing soul faints with desire
 To view thy blest abode:
 My panting heart and flesh cries out
 For thee, the living God.
 
 Much rather in God's house will I
 The meanest office take,
 Than in the wealthy tents of sin
 My pompous dwelling make.
 
 For God, who is our sun and shield,
 Will grace and glory give;
 And no good thing will he withhold
 From them that justly live.