How lovely is Your dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me;
My thirsting soul longs eagerly
Within Your courts to be.
Beside Your altars, Lord of all,
The swallows find a nest;
And blesd are those who dwell with You
And praise You without rest;
4 How blest are they that in Your house
Will ever give You praise:
One day with You is better spent
Than thousands in dark ways.
And happy those whose hearts are set
You, Lord, will hold back no good thing
Upon the pilgrim ways:
From those who justly live;
You give them water when they thirst,
To all who trust You, Lord of hosts
Their guide through all their days.
You'll all Your blessings give.