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How Good and How Sweet it is
We yearn for a dwelling place, faint for a living womb;
We are aliens, strangers trying to find a room
We are longing for a garden we can call our own,
A country to root in, where we will be known
The sparrow has a home, the swallow a nest,
In pine tree boughs the owl finds rest.
Wild goats have the mountains, bagers rocky beds,
But where can the prophet rest his weary head
Like the precious oil running down the beard
Running down the beard of Aaron
Like the dw of hermon falling on the mountains
Falling on the mountains of Zion
We are pilgrims journeying on the way
As we pass thorugh this valley of dismay,
Send autumn rains, clar pools and flowing springs,
In your courts we long to dance and long to sing
Come live with us, wipe away each tear,
Let us dwell with you in a place without fear,
There will be no more dying, there will be no more mourning,
There will be no more suffering, there will be no more crying
Like the precious oil running down the beard
Running down the beard of Aaron
Like the dw of hermon falling on the mountains
Falling on the mountains of Zion
How good and how sweet it is
How good and how sweet it is
Come living way, come dawning day
Come living way, come dawning day
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