How Lovely Are Your Tabernacles
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How lovely are Your tabernacles, This my heart doth seek; Experience of Christ in all The offerings we bring. Once God as life supply, Now Eden’s ground withheld; To taste the tree of life requires An entrance once again. |
| My soul, my soul longs For the courts of the Lord; My heart and flesh cry out To my God. |
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At Thy two altars, e’en the Weakest sparrow may draw near. The swallow come for refuge and A nest for tender care. Redeemed may entrance find, And offer thus in prayer The resurrected Christ in His Ascension, fragrance rare. |
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In our acceptance, God in peace Hath made a living way, Our boldness now for entering Within the Holiest Place. Tis’ here within the ark Eternal portion share. Incarnate Triune God and we One testimony bear. |
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Eternally Thy house of rest; With God, now consummate, We’re mingled, one, incorp’rate In this mutual dwelling place. The priests who live to God Elect among man’s race. Now Christ’s own Body are, To have His foretaste in this age. |
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
My soul longs for the courts of the Lord!
“ For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand; / I would rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God. ” Psa. 84:10