How pleasant, how divinely fair
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How pleasant, how divinely fair,O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!With long desire my spirit faintsTo meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
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I long to rest in thine abode,My panting heart cries out for God;My God, my King, why should I beSo far from all my joys and thee?
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Blest are the souls that find a placeWithin the temple of thy grace;There they behold thy gentle rays,And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
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Blest are the men whose hearts are setTo find the way to Zion's gate:God is their strength; and through the roadThey lean upon their helper, God.
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Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,Till all shall meet in heaven at length;Till all before thy face appear,And join in nobler worship there.