1
How lovely is Thy dwelling
place,
O Lord of hosts to me!
The tabenacles 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 where-in to rest;
The swallow also, for
herself
Provided hath a nest.
4
Ev'n Thine own altars,
where she safe
Her young ones forth may
bring,
O Thou, almighty Lord of
hosts,
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.
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