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Psalm 84.

[The fair aspect of Tabernacles thyn]

The fair aspect of Tabernacles thyn,
Great Lord of hosts, how loveli to absent ey
It self prezents? my longing soule dooth pine,
And pining faint, til shee thy Coorts descry.
Nor earth, nor heavĕn; sole thow lifes glorious spring,
To hart, to flesh, reviving ioy doost bring.
AH, absent I: when yet poor sparro may,
When swalo wyld, hir house, hir nestlet cling
Neer Altars thyn, and there hir yonglings lay:
Yet absent I, from thee, my God, and King.
Twise blest be they, who in thy house reside:
Thy praise with them, their loves with thee abide,
AND blessed hee, far off who, cheerd in thee,
On causies thinks which to thy mountain guide.
Dry vales they pass: sweet springs by art yet see:
And gracious rain fore-drouth of pools dooth hide.
From wasting strength, by strength they walk renŭed;
To Sion fair, where God of Gods is vieŭed.
THEN Lord of hosts, then Iacobs God, our shield;
Ah, ey the face, with favours thyn enduĕd,
With sacred oil perfuzĕd. Hear Lord, and yield
Those longed Coorts; where one sole day accrŭed,
Whole thousand stains. With mee Gods doors excell
The stateliĕst tents, with impious pride that swell.
OUR sun, our shield; whence life, whence light derives;
Whence sure defence, whence strength proud foes to quell:
He rightĕous mynds of nothing good deprives;
They here in grace, in glori above shal dwell.
That earth, that heavĕn, Lord God of hosts may cry;
Thrise blest the man, whose hopes on thee rely.