Verse 1
How lovely is Thy dwelling
place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of Thy grace
How pleasant, Lord they be!
Verse 2
My thirsty soul longs vehemently,
Yea faints, Thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God for Thee.
Verse 3
Behold, the sparrow findeth out
An house wherein to rest;
The swallow also herself
Hath purchased a nest,
Verse 4
Even Thine own altars, where she safe
Her young ones forth may bring,
O Thou almighty Lord of hosts,
Who art my God and King
Verse 5
Blest are they in Thy houses that dwell;
They ever give Thee praise.
Blest is the man whose strength Thou art,
In whose heart are Thy ways.
Verse 6
Who, passing through dark Baca’s vale,
Therein do dig up wells;
Also the rain that falleth down
The pools with water fills.
Verse 7
So they from strength unwearied go
Still forward unto strength,
Until in Zion they appear
Before the Lord at Length.
Verse 8
Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear,
O Jacob’s God give ear.
See God our shield, look on the face
Of the Thine anointed dear.
Verse 9
For in Thy courts one day excels
A thousand; rather in
My God’s house will I keep a door
Than dwell in tents of sin.
Verse 10
For God the Lord’s a sun and shield:
He’ll grace and glory give,
And will withhold no good from them
That uprightly do live.
Verse 11
O Thou that the Lord of hosts,
That man is truly blessed
Who by assured confidence
On Thee alone doth rest.