<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408195" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasant are Thy courts above,<br>In the land of light and love;<br>Pleasant are Thy courts below<br>In this land of sin and woe;<br>O, my spirit longs and faints<br>For the converse of Thy saints,<br>For the brightness of Thy face,<br>For Thy fullness, God of grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy birds that sing and fly<br>Round Thy altars, O most High;<br>Happier souls that find a rest<br>In a heavenly Father’s breast;<br>Like the wandering dove that found<br>No repose on earth around,<br>They can to their ark repair,<br>And enjoy it ever there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy souls, their praises flow<br>Even in this vale of woe;<br>Waters in the desert rise,<br>Manna feeds them from the skies;<br>On they go from strength to strength,<br>Till they reach Thy throne at length,<br>At Thy feet adoring fall,<br>Who hast led them safe through all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, be mine this prize to win,<br>Guide me through a world of sin,<br>Keep me by Thy saving grace,<br>Give me at Thy side a place;<br>Sun and shield alike Thou art,<br>Guide and guard my erring heart.<br>Grace and glory flow from Thee;<br>Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Francis+Lyte">Henry Francis Lyte</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408195" data-title="Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above de Henry Francis Lyte" data-description="Pleasant are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are Thy courts below In this land of sin and woe; O, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fullness, God of grace. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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