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1. How lovely is thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of thy grace,
how pleasant, Lord, they be!
2. My thirsty soul longs vehemently;
it faints thy courts to see:
my very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.
3. Behold the sparrow findeth out
a house wherein to rest;
the swallow also for her young
hath built herself a nest,
4. thine altars, where she might bring forth
her young in safe abode,
O thou Almighty Lord of hosts,
my Sovereign and my God.
5. How blest are they that in thy house
forever give thee praise.
Blest are all those whose strength thou art,
in whose heart are thy ways.