1. How lovely is thy dwelling-place,O Lord of hosts, to me!The tabernacles of thy gracehow pleasant, Lord, they be!
2. My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,yea faints, thy courts to see:My very heart and flesh cry out,O living God, for thee.
3. Behold, the sparrow findeth outan house wherein to rest;The swallow also for herselfhath purchased a nest;Ev'n thine own altars, where she safeher young ones forth may bring,O thou almighty Lord of hosts,who art my God and King.