How Lovely is Thy Dwelling Place

How lovely is thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts!

My soul longs, yea, faints 
for the courts of the Lord; 
my heart and flesh sing for joy 
to the living God.

Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may lay her young,
at thy altars, 0 Lord of hosts,
my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in thy house,
ever singing thy praise!

For a day in thy courts is better 
than a thousand elsewhere.
I would rather be a doorkeeper
in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
he bestows favor and honor.
No good thing does the Lord withhold
from those who walk uprightly.

O Lord of hosts,
blessed is the man who trusts in thee!