a heart that pleases heaven’s King

His throne is set among the heavens,

The firmament a palace stands,

Upon this earth He placeth His feet,

And holds His sway o’er every land.

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What glorious place have we arrayed,

What holy seat do now we gild?

He who exceeds the heaven’s boundaries,

Where is His house that now we build?

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No greater beauty than all the skies,

No higher wonder than heaven’s frame,

For all these things which hence have been,

Are wonders which His hand hath made.

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Though heaven’s wonders shine abroad,

And countless stars in glorious art,

Yet when to earth His face He turneth,

He looks to those of broken heart

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The contrite ones He deems the greatest,

the spirit poor He counteth blessed,

And against the stars in shining beauty,

His mercy trounceth all the rest

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For who is lowly man that God,

Should turn such Holy eyes toward him?

Oh, tis boundless love and mercy,

For He sees Christ and not our sin.

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And so prepare His habitation,

Make straight the way for heaven’s King

Make diligent thy heart’s contrition,

Bought now by Christ, thy tribute bring

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Let all the World be cast in silence,

Let the fairest saint’s soft gaze be dim,

All these things cast off as rubbish,

Oh for a heart that pleaseth Him!

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“He with His hands hath made the heavens,

Have ye for Him a dwelling place?”

“We ring to Him a contrite spirit,

Made glorious by His precious grace.”

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  1. #1 by Ellie on June 17, 2010 - 11:42 am

    “He with His hands hath made the heavens,

    Have ye for Him a dwelling place?”

    “We ring to Him a contrite spirit,

    Made glorious by His precious grace.”
    ~~~~~
    Excellent. Thank you.

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