How lovely is Thy dwelling place,
O
Lord of hosts to me!
The
tabernacles of Thy grace
How
pleasant, Lord, they be!
2
My
thirsty soul longs ardently,
Yea,
faints Thy courts to see;
My
very heart and flesh cry out,
O
living God, for Thee.
3
Behold
the sparrow findeth out
A
house wherein to rest;
The
swallow also, for herself
Provide
hath a nest.
4
Ev’n
Thine own altars, where she safe
Her
young ones forth may bring,
O
Thou, almighty Lord of host,
Who
art my God and King.
5
Blest
are they in Thy house that dwell,
They
ever give Thee praise.
Blest
is the man whose strength
Thou
art,
In
whose heart are Thy ways.