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CCCXI

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!

Happy birds that sing and fly

Round Thy altars, O Most High!

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,

And enjoy it ever there.

Happy souls! their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies:

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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