A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXXIV.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXXXIV.
What Joy thy Courts, for which I long,
O God of Hosts afford!
The Pantings of my Heart are strong
For Thee the Living Lord.
The Sparrow near thy Altar dwells,
There Swallows build their Nests,
And lay their Young in artful Cells,
My God, my Sov'raign blest.
O God of Hosts afford!
The Pantings of my Heart are strong
For Thee the Living Lord.
The Sparrow near thy Altar dwells,
There Swallows build their Nests,
And lay their Young in artful Cells,
My God, my Sov'raign blest.
Thrice happy they, who make thy House,
To praise Thee, their Abode,
Who as their Strength do Thee espouse,
Resolv'd on Salem's Road.
Who, while they march thro' Baca's Plain,
Wells for Refreshment sink,
Also abundant Show'rs of Rain
Afford the Trav'llers drink.
To praise Thee, their Abode,
Who as their Strength do Thee espouse,
Resolv'd on Salem's Road.
Who, while they march thro' Baca's Plain,
Wells for Refreshment sink,
Also abundant Show'rs of Rain
Afford the Trav'llers drink.
Cheerful from Strength to Strength they go,
Untir'd they pass the Land,
For all in Zion's Hills, they know,
Before their God shall stand.
Lord God of Hosts Attention yield,
Hear, Jacob's God, my Cry;
Upon thy King, O God, our Shield,
Look with a gracious Eye.
Untir'd they pass the Land,
For all in Zion's Hills, they know,
Before their God shall stand.
Lord God of Hosts Attention yield,
Hear, Jacob's God, my Cry;
Upon thy King, O God, our Shield,
Look with a gracious Eye.
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For in thy sacred House a Day
A thousand do's excell;
To keep thy Door I'd rather stay,
Than with the wicked dwell.
God is a Sun to light and chear,
A Buckler to defend;
Glory and Grace and all things dear
Shall on the Good descend.
A thousand do's excell;
To keep thy Door I'd rather stay,
Than with the wicked dwell.
God is a Sun to light and chear,
A Buckler to defend;
Glory and Grace and all things dear
Shall on the Good descend.
Another Metre.
What Pleasure do thy Courts afford,
O God of Hosts, for which I long!
For Thee, for Thee the Living Lord,
The Pantings of my Heart are strong.
The Sparrow near thy Altar dwells,
And there the Swallow builds her Nest,
And lays her Young in artful Cells,
My God and King for ever blest.
O God of Hosts, for which I long!
For Thee, for Thee the Living Lord,
The Pantings of my Heart are strong.
The Sparrow near thy Altar dwells,
And there the Swallow builds her Nest,
And lays her Young in artful Cells,
My God and King for ever blest.
Thrice happy they, who make thy House
To sing thy Praise their sweet Abode;
Who as their Strength do Thee espouse,
And at their Heart have Salem's Road.
Who, while they make their March devout
Thro' Baca's Vale to Zion's Hill,
Dig Wells, to ease the Trav'ller's Drought,
While welcome Rains the Cisterns fill.
To sing thy Praise their sweet Abode;
Who as their Strength do Thee espouse,
And at their Heart have Salem's Road.
Who, while they make their March devout
Thro' Baca's Vale to Zion's Hill,
Dig Wells, to ease the Trav'ller's Drought,
While welcome Rains the Cisterns fill.
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Cheerful from Strength to Strength they go,
Advancing with unwearied Pace;
For all, before their God, they know,
Shall stand in Zion's Holy Place.
Lord, hear my Pray'r, unmix'd with Guile,
O God of Jacob Succour bring;
Behold, O Lord, our Shield, and smile
Gracious on thy Anointed King.
Advancing with unwearied Pace;
For all, before their God, they know,
Shall stand in Zion's Holy Place.
Lord, hear my Pray'r, unmix'd with Guile,
O God of Jacob Succour bring;
Behold, O Lord, our Shield, and smile
Gracious on thy Anointed King.
For in thy sacred House a Day
A Thousand others do's excel;
To keep its Door I'd rather stay,
Than in the Tents of Riot dwell.
God is a Sun, to light and cheer,
A mighty Buckler to defend:
Glory and Grace, and all Things dear
Shall on the Good from Heav'n descend.
A Thousand others do's excel;
To keep its Door I'd rather stay,
Than in the Tents of Riot dwell.
God is a Sun, to light and cheer,
A mighty Buckler to defend:
Glory and Grace, and all Things dear
Shall on the Good from Heav'n descend.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |