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<h2>PLEASANT ARE THY COURTS ABOVE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A day in Thy courts is better than a thousand.” Psalm 84:10</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_l_y_lyte_hf.jpg" alt="Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)" width="115.333333333333" height="146"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_y_lyte_hf.html" target="_blank">Henry Francis Lyte</a> (1793-1847).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Benevento,” arranged from <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe, Sr.</a>, 1792 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_benevent.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Pleasant are Thy courts above,<br>
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In the land of light and love;<br>
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Pleasant are Thy courts below<br>
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In this land of sin and woe;<br>
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O, my spirit longs and faints<br>
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For the converse of Thy saints,<br>
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For the brightness of Thy face,<br>
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For Thy fullness, God of grace.</p>
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<p>Happy birds that sing and fly<br>
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Round Thy altars, O most High;<br>
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Happier souls that find a rest<br>
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In a heavenly Father’s breast;<br>
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Like the wandering dove that found<br>
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No repose on earth around,<br>
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They can to their ark repair,<br>
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And enjoy it ever there.</p>
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<p>Happy souls, their praises flow<br>
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Even in this vale of woe;<br>
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Waters in the desert rise,<br>
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Manna feeds them from the skies;<br>
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On they go from strength to strength,<br>
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Till they reach Thy throne at length,<br>
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At Thy feet adoring fall,<br>
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Who hast led them safe through all.</p>
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<p>Lord, be mine this prize to win,<br>
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Guide me through a world of sin,<br>
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Keep me by Thy saving grace,<br>
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Give me at Thy side a place;<br>
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Sun and shield alike Thou art,<br>
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Guide and guard my erring heart.<br>
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Grace and glory flow from Thee;<br>
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Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.</p>
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