Psalm 84

O How amiable are
Thy Aboads, great God of warre!
How I languish through restraint!
How my longing Spirits faint!
Lord, for thee I daily crie;
In thy absence hourely die.
Sparrowes there their young ones reare;
And the Summers Harbinger
By thy Altar builds her nest,
Where they take their envi'd rest.
O my King! O thou most High!
Arbiter of Victorie!
Happie men! who spend their Dayes
In thy Courts; there sing thy Praise!
Happy! who on Thee depend!
Thine their Way, and thou their End.
Who through Baca travelling,
Make that thirsty Vale a Spring;
Or soft Showres from Clouds distill,
And their emptie Cisterns fill:
Fresh in strength, their course pursue,
Till they thee in Sion view.
Lord of Hosts, incline thine Eare.
O thou God of Jacob heare!
Thou our Rocke, extend thy Grace;
Looke on thy Anointed's Face.
One Day in thy Courts alone.
Farre exceeds a Million
Let me be contemn'd and poore;
In thy Temple keepe a Doore:
Then with wicked men possesse
All that they call Happinesse.
O thou Shield of our Defence!
O thou Sun, whose influence
Sweetly glides into our Hearts!
Thou, who all to thine imparts!
Happy! O thrice happy hee,
Who alone depends on Thee!