<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 84 part 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pleasure of public worship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How pleasant, how divinely fair,<br>O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!<br>With long desire my spirit faints<br>To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My flesh would rest in thine abode,<br>My panting heart cries out for God;<br>My God! my King! why should I be<br>So far from all my joys and thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sparrow chooses where to rest,<br>And for her young provides her nest;<br>But will my God to sparrows grant<br>That pleasure which his children want?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest are the saints who sit on high<br>Around thy throne of majesty;<br>Thy brightest glories shine above,<br>And all their work is praise and love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest are the souls who find a place<br>Within the temple of thy grace;<br>There they behold thy gentler rays,<br>And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest are the men whose hearts are set<br>To find the way to Zion's gate;<br>God is their strength, and through the road<br>They lean upon their helper God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheerful they walk with growing strength,<br>Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,<br>Till all before thy face appear,<br>And join in nobler worship there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</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=413022" data-title="Psalm 84 part 1 de Isaac Watts" data-description="The pleasure of public worship. How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; ..."></div> </div> </div>

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