How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place

1How lovely is Thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts to me!
The tabernacles of Thy grace
How pleasant, Lord, they be!

2My thirsty soul longs ardently,
Yea, faints Thy courts to see;
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for Thee.

3Behold, the sparrow findeth out
A house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
Hath builded her a nest.

4Ev'n Thine own altars, where she safe
Her young ones forth may bring,
O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts,
Thou art my God and King.

5Blest are they in Thy house that dwell;
They ever give Thee praise.
Blest is the man whose strength Thou art,
In whose heart are Thy ways.