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1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair !
O Lord of Hosts, how dear
Where thou dost dwell 80 near !
2 My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see; My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
O living God, for thee.
3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,
Hath found a house of rest;
Hath built her brooding nest;
Even by the altars, Lord of Hosts,
Toward thee, my King, my God.
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,
That dry and barren ground;
Where springs and showers abound. 7 They journey on from strength to strength,
With joy and gladsome cheer,
In Zion do appear.
8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,
O Jacob's God, give ear:
Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright ;
Whose ways are just and right.
That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.
1 Thy land to favour graciously
Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
Returned Jacob back.
That wrought thy people woe;
Hast hid where none shall know.
3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed,
And calmly didst return
Far worse than fire to burn.
4 God of our saving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore ;
Towards us, and chide no more.
5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus ?
From age to age on us ?
6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice,
And us again revive,
By thee preserved alive ?
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy show;
And life in us renew.
8 And now, what God the Lord will speak,
I will go straight and hear,
And to his saints full dear,
To his dear saints he will speak peace
But let them never more Return to folly, but surcease
To trespass as before.
9 Surely, to such as do him fear,
Salvation is at hand;
To dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and truth, that long were miss'd,
Now joyfully are met;
And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then;
Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good;
Her fruits, to be our food.
His royal harbinger :
His footsteps cannot err.
1 Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me, I thee pray ;
With need, and sad decay.
Thy ways, and love the just :
Who still in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call;  oh make rejoice
I lift my soul and voice.
5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone
To pardon, thou to all
To them that on thee call.
6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Thy hearing graciously.
7 I, in the day of my distress,
Will call on thee for aid :
And answer what I pray'd.
8 Like thee among the gods is nonc,
O Lord; nor any works,
Like to thy glorious works.
9 The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
And glorify thy name.
10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done;
Remainest God alone.