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How lovely is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me! The tabernacles of thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! My thirsty soul longs vehemently, Yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee. Behold, the sparrow findeth out An house wherein to rest; The swallow also for herself Hath puchasèd a nest; Even thine own altars where she safe Her young ones forth may bring, O thou almighty Lord of hosts, Who art my God and King. Blest are they in thy house that dwell, They ever give thee praise. Blest is the man whose strength thou art, In whose heart are thy ways. To
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The
God whom we adore, Be
glory, as it was, and is, And
shall be evermore. |
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