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 ar­dent­ly,
Yes, faints Thy courts to see;
My ve­ry heart and flesh cry out,
O liv­ing God, for Thee.

Behold the spar­row find­eth out
A house where­in to rest;
The swal­low al­so, for her­self,
Provided hath a nest.

Ee’n Thine own al­tars, where she safe
Her young ones forth may bring,
O Thou, al­migh­ty Lord of hosts,
Who art my God and king.

Blest 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.