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Quam dilecta tabernacula.
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Quam dilecta tabernacula.
Psal. lxxxiiii.
I.H.
Dauid driuen forth of his countrey desireth most ardently to come agayne to the Tabernacle of the Lord, and the assembly of the saincts to prayse God, pronouncing them blessed that may so doo. Then he prayseth the courage of the people, that passe thorow the wildernes to assemble them selues in Sion. Finally with prayse of this matter & confidence of Gods goodnes he endeth the Psalme.
Howe
pleasaunt is the dwelling place
(O Lorde of hostes) to mee:
The Tabernacles of thy grace,
how pleasaunte Lorde they bee.
My soule doth longe, full sore to go,
into thy courtes abrode:
My hart doth lust, my flesh also,
in thee the liuing God.
(O Lorde of hostes) to mee:
The Tabernacles of thy grace,
how pleasaunte Lorde they bee.
My soule doth longe, full sore to go,
into thy courtes abrode:
My hart doth lust, my flesh also,
in thee the liuing God.
The sparrowes finde a rome to rest,
and saue them selues from wrong:
And eke the swalow hath a neste,
wherin to kepe her yong.
These birdes full nigh, thine aulter maye)
haue place to sitte and synge:
O Lorde of hostes thou art I say,
my God and eke my kynge.
and saue them selues from wrong:
And eke the swalow hath a neste,
wherin to kepe her yong.
These birdes full nigh, thine aulter maye)
haue place to sitte and synge:
O Lorde of hostes thou art I say,
my God and eke my kynge.
Oh they be blessed that may dwell,
within thy house alwayse:
For they all tymes thy factes doo tell,
and euer geue thee prayse.
Yea happy sure lykewise ar they,
whose staye and strength thou art:
Which to thy house doo minde the way,
and seke it in theyr hart.
within thy house alwayse:
For they all tymes thy factes doo tell,
and euer geue thee prayse.
Yea happy sure lykewise ar they,
whose staye and strength thou art:
Which to thy house doo minde the way,
and seke it in theyr hart.
As they go through, the vale of teares,
they digge vp fountaynes still:
That as a spring it all appeeres,
and thou theyr pittes doest fill.
From strength to strength they walke full fast
no fayntnes there shalbe:
And so the God of Gods at laste,
in Sion they doo see.
they digge vp fountaynes still:
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and thou theyr pittes doest fill.
From strength to strength they walke full fast
no fayntnes there shalbe:
And so the God of Gods at laste,
in Sion they doo see.
O Lorde of hostes, to me geue heede,
and heare when I doo praye:
And let it through thine eares procede,
O Iacobes God I saye.
O Lorde our shilde, of thy good grace,
regarde and so draw nere:
Regarde (I say) beholde the face,
of thyne anoynted deere.
and heare when I doo praye:
And let it through thine eares procede,
O Iacobes God I saye.
O Lorde our shilde, of thy good grace,
regarde and so draw nere:
Regarde (I say) beholde the face,
of thyne anoynted deere.
For why within thy courtes one daye,
is better to abyde:
Then other where to keepe or staye,
a thousand dayes beside.
Muche rather would I kepe a dore,
within the house of God:
Then in the tents of wickednes,
to settle mine abode.
is better to abyde:
Then other where to keepe or staye,
a thousand dayes beside.
Muche rather would I kepe a dore,
within the house of God:
Then in the tents of wickednes,
to settle mine abode.
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