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How dear to me,
O Lord of Hosts,
The place where
Thou dost dwell;
The tabernacles of Thy grace
In pleasantness excel.
My spirit longs,
yea, even faints,
Thy sacred courts to see;
My thirsting heart
and flesh cry out,
O living God, for Thee.
Beneath Thy care
the sparrow finds
A place of peaceful rest;
Where she may safely
lay her young
The swallow finds a nest.
Then, Lord of Hosts,
my King, my God,
Thy love will shelter me;
Beneath Thy altar’s
peaceful shade
My dwelling place shall be.
Blest they who dwell
within Thy house,
Their perfect strength Thou art;
Their joyful praise
shall never cease,
Thy ways are in their heart.
Their tears of grief, like early rain,
Sweet springs of joy shall fill;
With strength renewed
they journey safe
To Zion’s holy hill.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 84;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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IRISH
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1749
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 567 | Db | | # 398 | E | | # 503 | E | | # 331 | E | | # 58 | Eb | | # 65 | Eb | | # 448 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 487 | F |
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