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1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
Where thou dost dwell so near!
2 My soul doth long and almost die
3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,
Even by the altars, Lord of Hosts,
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;
As through a fruitful watery dale,
7 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length,
In Sion do appear.
8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear:
9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear.
10 For one day in thy courts to be,
I, in the temple of my God,
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld
12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, That man is truly blest,
Who only on thee doth rely,
1 THY land to favour graciously
Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
2 The iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy people woe;
3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, And calmly didst return
From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved Far worse than fire to burn.
4 God of our saving health and peace,
5 Wilt thou be angry without end, For ever angry thus ?
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice,
That so thy people may rejoice,
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,
Thy saving health to us afford,
8 And now, what God the Lord will speak,
To his dear saints he will speak peace ;
9 Surely, to such as do him fear,
And glory shall, ere long, appear
10 Mercy and truth, that long were miss'd,
Sweet peace and righteousness have kiss'd,
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
12 The Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good;
Our land shall forth in plenty throw
13 Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger:
Then will he come, and not be slow ;
1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call;  oh make rejoice
5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone,
6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
7 I, in the day of my distress,
8 Like thee among the gods is none,
9 The nations all whom thou hast made
10 For great thou art, and wonders great
Thou, in thy everlasting seat,