O HOW AMIABLE
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O how amiable are thy dwellings, thou Lord of hosts!
My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord:
My heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house,
And the swallow a nest where she may lay her young:
Even the altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:
They will be always praising thee.
The glorious majesty of the Lord our God be upon us:
Prosper thou the work of our hands upon us.
O prosper thou our handiwork.
                    From Psalms 84, 90

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
                    Isaac Watts (1674-1748)