How Lovely are Thy Dwellings
Lyrics
How lovely are Thy dwellings, O Lord of Hosts. My soul longeth, yea, fainteth, for the courts of the Lord: My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, and the swallow a nest, where she may lay her young, even Thine altars, even Thine altars, O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God. O Lord God of Hosts, hear my pray’r. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand. How lovely are Thy dwellings, O Lord of Hosts. My soul longeth, yea, fainteth, for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, and the swallow a nest, where she may lay her young, even Thine altars, even Thine altars, O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.