Psalm LXXXIV.
1
How amiable are thy tents,
O Lord of hosts to me!
My soul doth long, my heart doth faint,
Thy courts, O Lord to see.
2
For thee the living God I cry,
And for thy Altars long,
Where sparrows freely build their nests,
And swallows lay their young.
3
How blest are they, O Lord of hosts,
My God and mighty King,
That in thy house forever dwell,
And endless praises sing.
4
O blest is he, whose strength thou art,
Who loves the ways of them,
That through the vale of Baca pass
Unto Jerusalem.
5
The pits they dig are fill'd with rain,
And so from strength to strength
They go, till they before the Lord
In Sion come at length.
6
Hear then my prayer, O Lord of hosts,
O Jacob's God attend:
A gracious look, O God our shield,
To thy anointed lend.
7
For in thy Courts one single day,
A thousand doth excel:
To keep thy doors is better far,
Than in sins tents to dwell.
8
For God the Lord our sun and shield
Will grace and glory give:
And no good thing will he withhold,
From them that purely live.
9
O Lord of hosts, what man on earth,
Can truly happy be,
But he that with a stedfast faith,
Doth put his trust in thee.
