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To thin abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires,

To see my God.
2 The sparrow for her young

With pleasure seeks a neft,
And wand'ring swallows long
To find their wonted relt:

My spirit faints,
With equal zeal,
To rise and dwell

Among thy faints.
3. O happy fouls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!

They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way

To Zion's hill. 4 They go from strength to strength,

Thro this dark vail of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heav'n appearso

O glorious feat,
When God our king
Shall thither briag
Our willing feet !

PAUSB.
5 To spend one facred day,
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy
Than thousand days beside:

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4. There, mighty God, thy words declare

The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

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5 My heart and Aesh cry out for thee,

While far from thine abode;
When shall I tread thy courts, and see

My Saviour and my God?
6 The sparrow builds herself a pelt,

And suffers no remove;
O make me like the sparrows blest,

To dwell but where I love.,
7 To fit one day beneath thine eye,

And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity

Employ'd in carnal joys.
8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait

While Jesus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of state,

Or live in tents of fin.
9 Could I command the spacious land,

And the more boundless fea,
For one bleft hour at thy right-hand

I'd give them both away.

PSALM LXXXIV. As the 148th Pfalm.

Longing for the house of God.

Ord of the worlds above,

L How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,

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Till each arrives at length,
Tiliaach in bear's appears.

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When God oer king
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Our willsg feet!

PAUSB.
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Where God resorts,
I love it more
To keep the door

Than (hine in courts.
6 God is our fun and shield,

Our light and our defence;
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our bleffings thence:

He shall bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace

And glory too.
7 The Lord his people loves;

His hand no good with-holds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious fouls;
. Th:ice happy he,
O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts
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PSALM LXXXV. 1,-8. Firft Part. Waiting for an answer to Prayer; or, Deliverance

begun and compleated. ORD, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind,

Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom; So God forgave when Isra'l fion'd,

And brought his wand'ring captives home, 2. Thou hast begun to fet us free,

And made thy fierceft wrath abate:
Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee,

And thy falvation be complete. 3

Revive our dying graces, Lord,
And let thy saints in thee rejoice;

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Make konown thy truth, fulfil thy word;

We wait for praise to tune our voice. 4 We wait to hear what God will fay;

He'll speak, and give his people peace :
But let them run no more astray,

Left his returning wrath increase.
PSALM LXXXV. Ver 9, &c. Second Part.

Salvation by Christ.
Alvation is for ever nigh

The souls that fear and trust the Lord :
And grace descending from on high

Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.
2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,

Since Christ the Lord came down from hear'a,
By his obedience lo complete

Justice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n.
3 Now truth and honour shall abound,

Religion dwell on earth again,
And heav'nly influence bless the ground,

In our Redeemer's gentle reiga. 4 His righteousness is gone before,

To give us free access to God:
Our

wand'ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps, and keep the road,
PSALM LXXXVI. Ver. 8,-13.

A general song of praise to God.
Mong the princes, earthly gods,

There's none hath pow'r divine;
Nor is their nature, mighty Lord,

Nor are their works like thine.
2 The nations thou hast made, fhall bring

Their off'rings round thy throne;

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