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<h2>LORD OF THE WORLDS ABOVE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty!” Psalm 84:1</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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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>The Psalms of David</em>, 1719.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Darwall’s 148th,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_a_darwall_j.html" target="_blank">John Darwall</a>, 1770 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_darwall.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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<p>Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair<br>
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The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are!<br>
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To Thine abode, my heart aspires with warm desires<br>
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To see my God.</p>
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<p>The sparrow for her young with pleasure seeks a nest,<br>
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And wand’ring swallows long to find their wonted rest:<br>
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My spirit faints With equal zeal to rise and dwell<br>
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Among thy saints.</p>
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<p>O happy souls that pray where God appoints to hear!<br>
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O happy men that pay their constant service there!<br>
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They praise Thee still; and happy they that love the way<br>
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To Zion’s hill.</p>
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<p>They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears,<br>
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Till each arrives at length, till each in heaven appears;<br>
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O glorious seat, when God, our King, shall thither bring<br>
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Our willing feet!</p>
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<p>To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide,<br>
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Affords diviner joy than thousand days beside:<br>
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Where God resorts, I love it more to keep the door<br>
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Than shine in courts.</p>
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<p>God is our Sun and Shield, our Light and our Defense;<br>
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With gifts His hands are filled; we draw our blessings thence.<br>
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He shall bestow on Jacob’s race peculiar grace<br>
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And glory too.</p>
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<p>The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds<br>
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From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls:<br>
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Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts<br>
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Alone in Thee.</p>
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