62 ~ How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place
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How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabernacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be!
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My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yea, faints Thy courts to see; My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee.
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Behold the sparrow findeth out A house wherein to rest; The swallow also, for herself Provided hath a nest.
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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.
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Hest are they in Thy house that dwell, They ever give Thee praise. Blest is the man whose strength Thou art, In whose heart are Thy ways.