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Psalm 92 Part 2

Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these.

The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive;) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.