Psalms 84

84

O how amiable are yi dwelliges, thou LORDE of hoostes?

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My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.

3

For the sparow hath founde hir an house, & the swalowe a nest, where she maye laye hir yoge: eue yi aulters O LORDE of hoostes, my kynge & my God.

4

O how blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they are allwaye praysinge ye.

5

Blessed are ye men whose stregth is in ye, in whose herte are yt wayes.

6

Which goinge thorow the vale of mysery, vse it for a well, and the poles are fylled with water.

7

They go from strength to strength and so the God of Gods apeareth vnto the in Sion.

8

O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob.

9

Beholde o God oure defence, loke vpon the face of thyne anoynted.

10

For one daye in thy courte is better then a thousande:

11

I had rather be a dore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tentes of the vngodly.

12

For the LORDE God is a light and defence, the LORDE wil geue grace & worshipe, and no good thinge shal he witholde from them, that lyue a godly life. O LORDE God of hoostes, blessed is the man, yt putteth his trust in the.