How lovely are your dwelling places, O Lord of Hosts!
My soul longs for the courts of the Lord, And my heart and flesh sing to the living
God.
Even the bird has found a home, And the swallow has found her nest,
Where she may lay all of her little ones At your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and God.
How lovely are your dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!
How blessed are those within your house, They are ever praising you!
How blessed the man whose strength is in you, And the one within whose heart are
all your ways.
Though passing through the veil of tears, They'll regard it as a spring.
The early rains cover with blessings, And from strength to strength,
They'll go to God in Zion.
How lovely are your dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!
Lord God of Hosts, O hear my prayer, And give ear, O God of Jacob, Behold our
shield, O God, And now look upon the face of your anointed.
Even one day within your courts Is better than a thousand elsewhere To keep the door
of my God's house Than to dwell within the tents of wickedness.
How lovely are your dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!
The Lord God is a sun and shield, And the Lord gives grace and glory.
No good is kept from those who walk upright.
Lord of Hosts, how blessed the one who trusts in you!