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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