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M0:|c:F|m:3/4|t:EWS 25 (2) Pleasant are Thy courts above|a:Henry Francis Lyte (1834:1793-1847)|h:Walter Bond Gilbert (1862:1829-1910)|r:7777D|i:MAIDSTONE|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/AMEC1984/page/581
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E1:Plea_sant are Thy courts a_bove/In the land of light and love;/Plea_sant are Thy courts be_low/In this land of sin and woe./O my spi_rit longs and faints/For the con_verse of Thy saints,/For the bright_ness of Thy face,/For Thy full_ness, God of grace.
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E2:Hap_py birds that sing and fly/Round Thy al_tars, O Most High;/Hap_pier souls that find a rest/In a heaven_ly Fa_ther's breast!/Like the wander_ing dove that found/No re_pose on earth a_round,/They can to their ark re_pair/And en_joy it e_ver there.
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E3:Hap_py souls, their prai_ses flow/E_ven in this vale of woe;/Wa_ters in the de_sert rise,/Man_na feeds them from the skies;/On they go from strength to strength/Till they reach Thy throne at length,/At Thy feet a_do_ring fall,/Who hast led them safe through all.
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E4:Lord, be mine this prize to win;/Guide me through a world of sin,/Keep me by Thy sa_ving grace,/Give me at Thy side a place./Sun and shield a_like Thou art;/Guide and guard my er_ring heart./Grace and glo_ry flow from Thee;/Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me./
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