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Psalm 84 Quam dilecta!
How lovely is thy dwelling,
Greate God, to whom all greatness is belonging!
To view thy Courtes farre, farre from any telling,
My soule doth long, and pine with longing.
Unto the God that liveth
The God that all life giveth
My hart and body both aspire,
Above delight, beyond desire.
Greate God, to whom all greatness is belonging!
To view thy Courtes farre, farre from any telling,
My soule doth long, and pine with longing.
Unto the God that liveth
The God that all life giveth
My hart and body both aspire,
Above delight, beyond desire.
Alas! the Sparow knoweth
The house where free and fearelesse she resideth:
Directly to the neast the swallow goeth,
Where with hir sonnes she safe abideth.
O Alters thine, most mighty
In warre, yea most allmighty:
Thy Alters, Lord: ah! why should I
From altars thine, excluded ly?
The house where free and fearelesse she resideth:
Directly to the neast the swallow goeth,
Where with hir sonnes she safe abideth.
O Alters thine, most mighty
In warre, yea most allmighty:
Thy Alters, Lord: ah! why should I
From altars thine, excluded ly?
O happy who remaineth
Thy houshold-man, and still thy praise unfoldeth;
O happy who him self on thee sustaineth,
Who to thy house his jorney holdeth!
Me seemes I see them going
Where mulberies are growing:
How wells they digg in thirsty plaine,
And Cesternes make, for falling Rayne.
Thy houshold-man, and still thy praise unfoldeth;
O happy who him self on thee sustaineth,
Who to thy house his jorney holdeth!
Me seemes I see them going
Where mulberies are growing:
How wells they digg in thirsty plaine,
And Cesternes make, for falling Rayne.
Me seemes I see augmented
Still troop with troop, till all at length discover
Sion, wherto their sight is represented
The Lord of hostes, the Sion lover.
O Lord, O God, most mighty
In warre, yea most allmighty:
Heare what I begg, harken I say,
O Jacobs God, to what I pray.
Still troop with troop, till all at length discover
Sion, wherto their sight is represented
The Lord of hostes, the Sion lover.
O Lord, O God, most mighty
In warre, yea most allmighty:
Heare what I begg, harken I say,
O Jacobs God, to what I pray.
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Thou art the shield us shieldeth:
Then Lord, behold the face of thine anointed:
One day spent in thy courtes more comfort yeldeth,
Then thousands otherwise appointed.
I count it cleerer pleasure
To spend my ages treasure
Waiting a porter at thy gates,
Then dwell a lord with wicked mates.
Then Lord, behold the face of thine anointed:
One day spent in thy courtes more comfort yeldeth,
Then thousands otherwise appointed.
I count it cleerer pleasure
To spend my ages treasure
Waiting a porter at thy gates,
Then dwell a lord with wicked mates.
Thou art the sunn that shineth,
Thou art the buckler, Lord, that us defendeth:
Glory and grace Jehovas hand assigneth:
And good, without refusall, sendeth
To him who truly treadeth
The path to purenes leadeth.
O Lord of might, thrice blessed he,
Whose confidence is built on thee.
Thou art the buckler, Lord, that us defendeth:
Glory and grace Jehovas hand assigneth:
And good, without refusall, sendeth
To him who truly treadeth
The path to purenes leadeth.
O Lord of might, thrice blessed he,
Whose confidence is built on thee.
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