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My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode: When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God?

The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love.

To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys.

Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin.

Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away.

Psalm 84:4. As the 148th Psalm. Longing for the house of God.

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.

The sparrow, for her young, With pleasure seeks her nest; And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among thy saints.

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 Zion's hill.

They go from strength to strength, Thro' 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!