 | Poems upon several occasions (1673) |  |
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PSAL. LXXXIV.
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How lovely are thy dwellings fair!O Lord of Hoasts, how dear
The pleasant Tabernacles are!
Where thou do'st dwell so near.
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My Soul doth long and almost dieThy Courts O Lord to see,
My heart and flesh aloud do crie,
O living God, for thee.
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There ev'n the Sparrow freed from wrongHath found a house of rest,
The Swallow there, to lay her young
Hath built her brooding nest,
Ev'n by thy Altars Lord of Hoasts
They find their safe abode,
And home they fly from round the Coasts
Toward thee, My King, my God.
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Happy, who in thy house resideWhere thee they ever praise,
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Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,And in their hearts thy waies.
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They pass through Baca's thirstie Vale,That dry and barren ground
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Where Springs and Showrs abound.
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They journey on from strength to strengthWith joy and gladsom cheer
Till all before our God at length
In Sion do appear.
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Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praierO Jacobs God give ear,
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Thou God our shield look on the faceOf thy anointed dear.
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For one day in thy Courts to beIs better, and more blest
Then in the joyes of Vanity,
A thousand daies at best.
I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a dore,
Then dwell in Tents, and rich abode
With Sin for evermore.
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For God the Lord both Sun and ShieldGives grace and glory bright,
No good from them shall be with-held
Whose waies are just and right.
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Lord God of Hoasts that raign'st on high,That man is truly blest,
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And in thee only rest.
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