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2.48: "Psalm 84"

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  • (1599) How lovely is thy dwelling,

    Great god, to whom all greatness is belonging!

    To view thy courts far, far from any telling

    My soul doth long and pine with longing

    Unto the God that liveth,

    The God that all life giveth,

    My heart and body both aspire,

    Above delight, beyond desire.

    Alas, the sparrow knoweth

    The house where free and fearless she resideth;

    Directly to the nest the swallow goeth,

    Where with her sons she safe abideth.

    Oh, altars thine, most mighty

    In war, yea, most almighty:

    Thy altars, Lord, ah, why should I

    From altars thine excluded lie?

    Oh, happy who remaineth

    Thy household-man and still thy praise unfoldeth!

    Oh, happy who himself on thee sustaineth,

    Who to thy house his journey holdeth!

    Me seems I see them going

    Where mulberries are growing:

    How wells they dig in thirsty plain,

    And cisterns make for falling rain.

    Me seems I see augmented

    Still troop with troop, till all at length discover

    Zion, where to their sight is represented

    The Lord of hosts, the Zion lover.

    O Lord, O God, most mighty

    In war, yea, most almighty:

    Hear what I beg; hearken, I say,

    O Jacob’s God, to what I pray.

    Thou art the shield us shieldeth:

    Then, Lord, behold the face of thine anointed

    One day spent in thy courts more comfort yieldeth

    Than thousands otherwise appointed.

    I count it clearer pleasure

    To spend my age’s treasure

    Waiting a porter at thy gates

    Than dwell a lord with wicked mates.

    Thou art the sun that shineth;

    Thou art the buckler, Lord that us defendeth:

    Glory and grace Jehovah’s hand assigneth

    And good without refusal sendeth

    To him who truly treadeth

    The path to pureness leadeth.

    O Lord of might, thrice blessed he

    Whose confidence is built on thee.

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