How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord, O Lord of Hosts.
My soul longeth, yea, it fainteth for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found an house,
and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young,
Ev'n thine altars, O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thine house:
They are ever praising Thee.
Blessed are those whose strength is in Thee:
They go from strength to strength, appeareth before God.
(Psalm lxxxiv.1-5,7)
My soul longeth, yea, it fainteth for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found an house,
and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young,
Ev'n thine altars, O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thine house:
They are ever praising Thee.
Blessed are those whose strength is in Thee:
They go from strength to strength, appeareth before God.
(Psalm lxxxiv.1-5,7)