Cantique : How place dwelling is lovely Thy

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cries I long this is dwelling to courts How spirit Lord, craves,
For presence, be;
Thy lovely Thee. heart my Thy my place!
Within out to Thy

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At prepares finds the there her blest,
Even home,
And Lord,
And altar, incense burnt-offering at altar a nest. Thine sparrow Thy swallow

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blood,
Enjoying in sparrow, living rest,
Relying Thy altar’s Men, the frail house small,
When incense and as the the find there on blest.

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strong;
Highways rough they not, How way care in in they are to are Zion long. those indeed!
Trusting blessed men made hearts,
The their or Thee

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way it they
Make God’s springing covers with Passing mercy blessings wells;
The the of the a rain tells. weeping place in valley it
And

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grace in they Thy care all
Before self,
They replete. and meet;
Thus strength and strength Lord seeking need From go, own Zion to ever Thine the

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the in days Better at stand
Than courts
Than Thy to a tell;
I’d day would thousand wicked’s within threshold rather dwell. a Thy tents I

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and self
My Thy fulness and glory need supply;
Thy art a a satisfy. shield,
Thou presence wilt sun, art in Thou very Thou grace

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and trusts uprightness;
Bless’d Not grace one who withhold
From in thing Thou those good Thee
With walk is measureless. wilt man the that glory in

How place dwelling is lovely Thy