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	Psalm 84 Version 1
	HOW honoured, how dear,    That sacred abode, Where Christians draw near     Their Father and God! ’Mid worldly commotion,     My wearied soul faints For the house of devotion,     The home of Thy saints.
2	O happy the choirs     Who praise Thee above! What joy tunes their lyres!     Their worship is love. Yet safe in Thy keeping     And happy they be In this world of weeping,     Whose strength is in Thee.
3	Though rugged their way,     They draw as they go From springs that convey     New life as they flow: The God they rely on     Their strength shall renew, Till each, brought to Zion,     His glory shall view.
4	Thou hearer of prayer,     Still grant me a place Where Christians repair     To the courts of Thy grace: More blest, beyond measure,     One day so employed Than years of vain pleasure     By worldlings enjoyed.
5	The Lord is a sun,     The Lord is a shield; What grace has begun,     With glory is sealed. He hears the distressèd,     He succours the just: And they shall be blessèd     Who make Him their trust.
	Josiah Conder, 1789-1855