How lovely is Thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of Thy grace
How pleasant, Lord they be!
My thirsty soul longs vehemently,
Yea faints, Thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God for Thee.
Behold, the sparrow findeth out
An house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
Hath purchased a nest.