Psalm 84

How lovely are Thy tents, O Lord,
Where'er Thou choosest to record
Thy name, or place Thy house of prayer!
My soul outflies the angel-choir.
And faints, o'erpower'd with strong desire,
To meet Thy special presence there.

My heart and flesh cry out for God:
There would I fix my soul's abode,
As birds that in the altars nest;
There would I all my young ones bring,
An offering to my God and King,
And in Thy courts for ever rest.
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Happy the men, to whom 'tis given
To dwell within that gate of heaven,
And in Thy house record Thy praise;
Whose strength and confidence Thou art,
Who feel Thee Saviour, in their heart,
The way, the truth, the life of grace:

Who, passing through the mournful vale,
Drink comfort from the living well
That flows replenish'd from above:
From strength to strength advancing here,
Till all before their God appear.
And each receives his crown of love!

O Lord of Hosts, incline Thine ear!
Thou mighty God oi Jacob, hear!
Accept me in Thy favourite Son:
O look on Thy Messiah's face,
And grant me, for His sake, the grace
To live and die to Thee alone.
Better a day Thy courts within,
Than thousands in the tents of sin:
How base the noblest pleasures there!
How great the weakest child of Thine!
His meanest task' is all Divine;
And kings and priests Thy servants are.

The Lord protects and cheers His own;
Their light and strength, their shield and sun,
He shall both grace and glory give:
Unlimited His bounteous grant;
No real good they e'er shall want;
All, all is theirs, who upright live.

8 0 Lord of Hosts, how bless'd is he
Vho steadfastly beUeves in Thee!
He all Thy promises shall gain:
The soul that on Thy love is cast,
Thy perfect love on earth shall taste,
And soon with Thee in giory reign.