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To Thine abode
Our hearts aspire,
With warm desire
To meet our God.
Oh! happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear;
Oh! happy men that pay
Their constant service there;
They praise Thee still;
Thrice happy they,
That love the way
To Zion's Hill.
They go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears;
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in Heav'n appears;
To that blest seat,
O God our King,
Direct and bring
Our willing feet.
HYMN 71.
Lord of Heav'n and earth and ocean,
Hear us from Thy bright abode;
While our hearts, with deep devotion
Own their great and gracious God:
Now with joy we come before Thee,
Seek Thy face, Thy mercies sing;
Lord of life, and light, and glory,
Guard Toy Church, and guide our Queen.
