PSALM LXXXIV. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! 2 My soul doth long and almost die 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, The swallow there, to lay her young, Even by the altars, Lord of Hosts, And home they fly, from round the coasts, 4 Happy who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise! 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, As through a fruitful watery dale, 7 They journey on from strength to strength, Till all before our God at length, 8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear: 9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be, Is better, and more blest, Than in the joys of vanity I, in the temple of my God, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, With sin for evermore. 11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, Who only on thee doth rely, PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive And all their sin that did thee grieve, 40 30 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice. And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice, 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, And life in us renew. 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear saints he will speak peace But let them never more Return to folly, but surcease 10 20 30 9 Surely, to such as do him fear, Salvation is at hand; And glory shall, ere long, appear To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and truth, that long were miss'd, Sweet peace and righteousness have kiss'd, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, And justice from her heavenly bower 12 The Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good; Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him righteousness shall go, Then will he come, and not be slow; 40 50 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee 5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone, 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I, in the day of my distress, For thou will grant me free access, 8 Like thee among the gods is nonc, 9 The nations all whom thou hast made To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great Thou, in thy everlasting seat, 20 30 |