How lovely is thy dwelling place,

0 Lord of Hosts and God of Grace.

My soul yearns for thy temple fair,

My heart cries out to meet thee there.

The lowliest sparrow finds a home

When night-time falls, Where she may come.

The swallow too has built a nest

And rears her brood as seemeth best

Beside thine altars, O most High,

My King, My God, eternally!

All those who dwell within thy house

And those who do thy praise espouse,

Happy are they, and those who come

To find in thee their refuge home.

All those who tread the pilgrim way

And through dry valleys pass by day,

Happy are they to find a spring

In spite of aimless wandering.

The Lord himself provides the pool

To quench their thirst with waters cool.

So on they go from, strength to strength,

Meet God in Zion's court at length.

Lord God of Hosts, hear thou my prayer

And listen to thy servant here ;

With favour look upon the king,

Accept him now in everything.

Better within thy courts one day

Than a thousand days at home to stay.

A keeper of thy door within

Is better than to dwell in sin.

The Lord God is a sun and shield,

His grace and glory will he yield.

The Lord will hold back no good thing

From those whose life is deserving.

0 Lord of Hosts, may all men see