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	Psalm 84 Version 2
	LORD of the worlds above,     How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love,     Thine earthly temples, are!         To Thine abode             My heart aspires             With warm desires         To see my God.
2	O happy souls that pray     Where God appoints to hear! O happy those who pay     Their constant service there!         They praise Thee still;             And happy they             That love the way         To Zion’s hill.
3	They go from strength to strength     Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length,     Till each in Heaven appears;         O glorious seat,             When God our King             Shall thither bring         Our willing feet!
4	To spend one sacred day     Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy     Than thousand days beside:         Where God resorts,             I love it more             To keep the door         Than shine in courts.
5	God is our sun and shield,     Our light and our defence; With gifts His hands are filled,     We draw our blessings thence:         He shall bestow             On Jesus’ race             Distinctive grace         And glory too.
6	The Lord His people loves:     His hand no good withholds From those His heart approves,     Renewed and ransomed souls:         Thrice happy he,             O God of hosts,             Whose spirit trusts         Alone in Thee.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748