Oh, how lovable, how precious
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Oh, how lovable, how precious Are Thy local churches, Lord! My soul longeth, even fainteth For the courts of Thine abode; 'Tis my heart's deep thirst and longing And my spirit deeply sighs; Fellowship among the churches— For this my whole being cries. |
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Blessed is the man whose heart, to Zion, is an open way; He's the one whose strength is in Thee; He will praise Thee all the day. In communion with the churches, Trusting Thee, Thy praise he sings; Passing through the weeping valley, It becomes a place of springs. |
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One day spent among Thy churches, Better than a thousand is! Even to the lowest member, Sun and shield Jehovah is. Grace and glory, every good thing, On us now He doth outpour; Blessed is that man who dwelleth In the churches evermore. |
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Mumtinlupa, Samar, Philippines
praise you Lord Jesus.
Nottingham, United Kingdom
Oh, how lovable, how precious are Your local churches, Lord!