Believer's Lodging and Inn, While on Earth, The - Verse 3: Yea, the Sparrow Hath Found an House
Alas! how from thy lovely dwellings I,
Long banish'd do the happy birds envy;
Which, chusing thy high altars for their nest,
On rafters of thy tabernacle rest!
Here dwells the sparrow of a chirping tongue,
And here the swallow lays her tender young:
Faint sacrilege! they seize the sacred spot,
And seem to glory o'er my absent lot.
Yet sure I have more special right to thee
Than all the brutal hosts of earth and sea;
That Sov'reign, at whose government they bow,
Is wholly mine by his eternal vow;
My King to rule my heart, and quell my foes,
My God t' extract my well from present woes,
And crown with endless glory at the close.
Long banish'd do the happy birds envy;
Which, chusing thy high altars for their nest,
On rafters of thy tabernacle rest!
Here dwells the sparrow of a chirping tongue,
And here the swallow lays her tender young:
Faint sacrilege! they seize the sacred spot,
And seem to glory o'er my absent lot.
Yet sure I have more special right to thee
Than all the brutal hosts of earth and sea;
That Sov'reign, at whose government they bow,
Is wholly mine by his eternal vow;
My King to rule my heart, and quell my foes,
My God t' extract my well from present woes,
And crown with endless glory at the close.
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