Text:To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah

PLXXXIV. To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah

1 How amiable, Lord of hosts,
Thy tabernacles be!
2 My soul longs for Jehovah's courts,
Yea, it ev'n faints in me.
Unto the strong and living God,
My heart and flesh doth shout.
3 Yea, sparrow finds an house, her nest
The swallow too finds out.

4 Wherein she may her young ones lay,
thine altars near unto.
O thou that art of armies Lord,
My king, my God also.
4 O blest are they within thy house
Who dwell, still they'll thee praise?
5 Blest is the man whose strength's in thee,
In whose heart are the ways.

6 The passengers in Baca's vale,
A fountain do it make;
Also the pools that are therein,
Their fill of rain do take.
7 From strength to strength they go to God,
In Sion all appear.
8 Lord God of hosts, O hear my prayer,
O Jacob's God give ear.

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9 Behold, O God our shield, the face
Of thine anointed see:
10 For better's in thy courts a day,
Than elsewhere thousands be:
I'd rather a door keeper be
In the house of my God,
Than in the tents of wickedness
To settle mine abode.

11 Because the Lord God is a sun,
He is a shield also:
Jehovah on his people grace
And glory will bestow.
No good thing will he hold from them
That do walk uprightly.
12 O Lord of hosts the man is blest
That puts his trust in thee.

Text Information
First Line: How amiable, Lord of hosts
Title: To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
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