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How can I curse when God has blessed

His very own, though vile and weak

In their own selves, yet strong in Him

The mighty, holy, and the meek.

I see him from the highest rocks,

God’s Israel dwelling safe below,

A sprawling city, tent on tent,

That shall eternal Glory know.

Who can the dust of Jacob count,

A quarter of their army see?

O let me die like one of them,

A righteous end give Thou to me!

This people all shall dwell alone,

No other folks shall venture nigh.

No unclean soul may enter in

Unto the holy city high.

For God has sworn to bless His own

Who will not change His holy will,

Who cannot lie like sons of men,

But will His purposes fulfill.

In Israel He sees no sin,

No wickedness and evil will.

Shouts of the King are in his camp,

And God will bless his dwelling still.

How fair thy dwelling, my belov’d!

How good thy tents all spread abroad!

No longer bound in slavery

But dwelling ever with thy God.

March 2012