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Psalm LXXXIV.

O GOD of hosts, the Mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place

Where Thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st
The brightness of Thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode :
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For Thee, the living God.

3 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display!

4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee, Their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways

That to Thy dwelling lead!

5 Thus they proceed from strength to strength, And still approach more near,

Till all on Sion's holy mount

Before their God appear.

6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely placed,
Is still reposed on Thee!

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302.

Psalm LXXXIV.

LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thy earthly temples, are!
To Thine abode

My heart aspires
With warm desires

To see my God.

O happy souls 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 Sion'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!

I. Watts

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Psalm LXXXIV.

PLEASANT are Thy courts above

In the land of light and love ;
Pleasant are Thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe;
Oh! my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
For Thy fulness, God of grace!

2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls; their praises flow Even in this vale of woe ;

Waters in the desert rise;

Manna feeds them from the skies:
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length,
At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

H. F. Lyte.

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LORD, when before Thy throne we meet,

Thy goodness to adore,

From heaven, th' eternal mercy-seat,

On us Thy blessing pour;

And make our inmost souls to be

An habitation meet for Thee.

The Body for our ransom given ;
The Blood in mercy shed;

With this immortal food from heaven,
Lord! let our souls be fed!
And, as we round Thy Table kneel,
Help us Thy quickening grace to feel.

3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh!
Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite soul's repentant sigh,
The sinner's heartfelt tear;

And let our adoration rise,

As fragrant incense, to the skies. Amen.

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God, and is Thy Table spread?
And doth Thy Cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness know.

2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

3 Oh! let Thy Table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see

That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord! And bid our drooping graces live; And more, that energy afford

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A Saviour's Blood alone can give. Amen.
P. Doddridge.

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Sancti, venite, Corpus Christi sumite.

DRAW nigh, and take the Body of the Lord,
And drink the holy Blood for you outpoured.

2 Saved by that Body, hallowed by that Blood, Whereby refreshed, we render thanks to God. 3 Salvation's Giver, Christ the only Son,

By that His Cross and Blood the victory won. 4 Offered was He for greatest and for least: Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest.

5 Victims were offered by the Law of old, That in a type, celestial mysteries told.

6 He, Ransomer from death, and Light from shade,

Giveth His holy grace His saints to aid.

7 Approach ye then, with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here.

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7. M. Neale. (tr.)