090) Psalm 84

Psalm 84 To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

8.6.8.6 1 How lovely is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me! The tabernacles of thy grace how pleasant, Lord, they be!

2 My thirsty soul longs veh’mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.

3 Behold, 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.

4 Bless’d are they in thy house that dwell, they ever give thee praise.

5 Bless’d is the man whose strength thou art, in whose heart are thy ways:

6 Who passing thorough Baca’s vale, therein do dig up wells;

Also the rain that falleth down the pools with water fills.

7 So they from strength unwearied go still forward unto strength, Until in Sion they appear before the Lord at length.

8 Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;

O Jacob’s God, give ear.

9 See God our shield, look on the face of thine anointed dear.

10 For 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.

11 For 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.

12 O 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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