Psalm 84.

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

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

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

      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.

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

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

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

   8  Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;
         O Jacob's God, give ear.
   9  See God our shield, look on the face
         of thine anointed dear.

  10  For 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.

  11  For 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.

  12  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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