1 How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! 2 My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God. 3 yea, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will praise thee evermore. Pause. 5 Blessed is the man whose help is of thee, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up 6 the valley of weeping, to the place which he has appointed, for there the law-giver will grant blessings. 7 They shall go from strength to strength: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.