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Psalm 84

To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

8,6,8,6

1How lovely is thy dwelling-place,

O Lord of hosts, to me!

The tabernacles of thy grace

how pleasant, Lord, they be!

2My thirsty soul longs veh’mently,

yea faints, thy courts to see:

My very heart and flesh cry out,

O living God, for thee.

3Behold, the sparrow findeth out

an house wherein to rest;

The swallow also for herself

hath purchased a nest;

Ev’n thine own altars,* where she safe

her young ones forth may bring,

O thou almighty Lord of hosts,

who art my God and King.

4Bless’d are they in thy house that dwell,

they ever give thee praise.

5Bless’d is the man whose strength thou art,

in whose heart are thy ways:

6Who passing thorough Baca’s vale,

therein do dig up wells;

Also the rain that falleth down

the pools with water fills.

7So they from strength unwearied go

still forward unto strength,

Until in Sion they appear

before the Lord at length.

8Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;

O Jacob’s God, give ear.

9See God our shield, look on the face

of thine anointed dear.

10For in thy courts one day excels

a thousand; rather in

My God’s house will I keep a door,

than dwell in tents of sin.

11For God the Lord’s a sun and shield:

he’ll grace and glory give;

And will withhold no good from them

that uprightly do live.

12O thou that art the Lord of hosts,

that man is truly blest,

Who by assured confidence

on thee alone doth rest.

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