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The Communion of Saints. 147
Sun and Shield alike Thou art; Guide and guard my erring heart ! Grace and glory flow from Thee ; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me !
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.
CXXXIII.
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.
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!
Isaac Watts. 1719. L 2 |
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