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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 | 5 |
| For the converse of Thy saints, | |
| For the brightness of Thy face, | |
| For Thy fulness, God of grace. | |
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| Happy birds that sing and fly | |
| Round Thy altars, O Most High! | 10 |
| Happier souls that find a rest | |
| In a heavenly Father’s breast! | |
| Like the wandering dove, that found | |
| No repose on earth around, | |
| They can to their Ark repair, | 15 |
| And enjoy it ever there. | |
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| Happy souls! their praises flow | |
| Even in this vale of woe! | |
| Waters in the deserts rise, | |
| Manna feeds them from the skies: | 20 |
| On they go from strength to strength, | |
| Till they reach Thy throne at length, | |
| At Thy feet adoring fall, | |
| Who hast led them safe through all. | |
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| Lord, be mine this prize to win! | 25 |
| Guide me through a world of sin; | |
| Keep me by Thy saving grace; | |
| Give me at Thy side a place: | |
| Sun and Shield alike Thou art, | |
| Guide and guard my erring heart; | 30 |
| Grace and glory flow from Thee: | |
| Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. | |
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