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How lovely is thy dwelling place O Lord

How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of thy grace
how pleasant, Lord, they be!

My thirsty soul longs vehímently,
yea faints, thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.

Behold, the sparrow findeth out
an house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
hath purchased a nest;

Evín thine own altars,* where she safe
her young ones forth may bring,
O thou almighty Lord of hosts,
who art my God and King.

Blessíd are they in thy house that dwell,
they ever give thee praise.
Blessíd is the man whose strength thou art,
in whose heart are thy ways:

Who passing thorough Bacaís vale,
therein do dig up wells;
Also the rain that falleth down
the pools with water fills.

So they from strength unwearied go
still forward unto strength,
Until in Sion they appear
before the Lord at length.

Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;
O Jacobís God, give ear.
See God our shield, look on the face
of thine anointed dear.

For in thy courts one day excels
a thousand; rather in
My Godís house will I keep a door,
than dwell in tents of sin.

For God the Lordís a sun and shield:
heíll grace and glory give;
And will withhold no good from them
that uprightly do live.

O 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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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Bible Refs: Ps 84;
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