1 How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabenacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! 2 My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yea, 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 where-in to rest; The swallow also, for herself Provided hath a nest. 4 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. 5 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.