62. How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place

How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabenacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yea, faints Thy courts to see; My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee Behold the sparrow findeth out A house where-in to rest; The swallow also, for herself Provided hath a nest. Ev’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.