Psalm 84

OH Lord of Hoasts! how pleasant are
Thy dwellings, & thy courts to me?
In soul & flesh, for entrance there,
Eternal God, my longings be,
The Sparrow findeth an abode
The Swallow builds, & breedeth, to,
(Oh Lord of Hoasts! my King, my God)
Ev'n at thine alters, thus they doe.

Right blessed, all thy houshold be,
For, they are singing, still, thy praise: Selah.
And, blessed are, the strong in thee,
Who in their harts affect thy waies.
As, through the vale of tears they goe,
They find sweet springs of comforts there,
And, they from strength to strength shal growe,
Till they with God, in Syon are.

Lord God of Hoasts, give ear to me,
And, mark, oh Iacob's God, my moane. Selah.
Oh God our sheild! behold & see,
The face of thy Anointed-one.
For, in thy house, one day is more,
Then thousands, any other where;
And, I had rather keep thy dore,
Then live in pompe, where sinners are.

For, as the Sunn, thou shinest bright,
And, wee from thee our light receive:
Thou art the sheild of men vpright,
And, thou dost grace, & Glories give.
From such as walk the righteous way,
No needfull things withheld shall be;
For ever blest, therefore, are they
Who trust (oh Lord of Hoasts) in thee.