|84 (4)||Psalm 84 Version 4||CM|
|HOW lovely are Thy dwellings fair,
O Lord of hosts, how dear!
How precious is the house of prayer
Where Thou art felt so near.
|2||How happy they who thus reside
In this Thy house of praise;
They who for strength in Thee abide,
And greatly love Thy ways.
|3||They pass the sad and thirsty vale
Of this world’s barren ground
As though it were a fruitful dale
Where springs and showers abound.
|4||They journey on from strength to strength,
With joy and grateful cheer,
Till all before our God at length
In Zion shall appear.
|5||For God the Lord, our sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways, with Him, are right.
|John Milton, 1608-74‡|