Classic Poem

Part of PSALM XXVII. and LXXXIV.

One thing, but 'tis a mighty wish,
One thing of thee, Lord, I desire:
O may I never be deny'd
The boon to which I so aspire!

'Tis in thy temple to reside,
To see thy face, to hear thy voice:
Sure thou wilt not despise my pray'r,
Nor disapprove my holy choice.

There let me find a welcome seat;
Be thy lov'd house my constant home:
What place therein, I don't prescribe;
But, Lord, I beg, assign me some.

Some mansion there, thOne'er so mean,
I should esteem beyond a throne;
Honour'd enough, if thou, my God,
Me for thy servant wilt but own.

There as a porter should I stand,
Attending at thy sacred gate:
Scepters and crowns I could despise,
Compar'd with my more blissful state.