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Psalm
84
[Recommended tunes: Harington, University, St Botolph, Wetherby]
To
the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
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1How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The
tabernacles of thy grace
how pleasant, Lord, they be!
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2My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,
yea faints, thy courts to see:
My
very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.
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3Behold, the sparrow findeth out
an house wherein to rest;
The
swallow also for herself
hath purchased a nest;
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Ev'n
thine own altars, where she safe
her young ones forth may bring,
O
thou almighty Lord of hosts,
who art my God and King.
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4Bless'd are they in thy house that dwell,
they ever give thee praise.
5Bless'd is the man whose strength thou art,
in whose heart are thy ways:
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6Who passing thorough Baca's vale,
therein do dig up wells;
Also
the rain that falleth down
the pools with water fills.
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7So they from strength unwearied go
still forward unto strength,
Until
in Sion they appear
before the Lord at length.
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8Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;
O Jacob's God, give ear.
9See God our shield, look on the face
of thine anointed dear.
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10For in thy courts one day excels
a thousand; rather in
My
God's house will I keep a door,
than dwell in tents of sin.
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11For God the Lord's a sun and shield:
he'll grace and glory give;
And
will withhold no good from them
that uprightly do live.
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12O thou that art the Lord of hosts,
that man is truly blest,
Who
by assured confidence
on thee alone doth rest.
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