How lovely are Thy dwellings fair,
O Lord of hosts; how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are
Where Thou dost dwell so near!
My soul doth long, ad fainting, sigh
Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
My heart and flesh, O Lord, to cry,
O living God, for Thee!
Happy, who in Thy house reside,
Where Thee they ever praise!
Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide,
And in their hearts Thy ways!
They journey on from strength to strength
With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length
In Zion doth appear.
For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld,
Whose ways are just and right.
Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high,
That man is truly blest
Who only on Thee doth rely,
In Thee alone doth rest.