HOW LOVELY IS YOUR DWELLING PLACE

Peace and joy, close to you,

in your courts, O my God.

How lovely is your dwelling place,

Lord, God of hosts.

My soul is longing and yearning,

is yearning for the courts of the Lord.

My heart and my soul ring out

their joy to God, the living God.

The sparrow herself finds a home

and the swallow a nest for her brood;

she lays her young by your altars,

God of hosts, my king and my God.

They are happy, who dwell in your house,

For ever singing your praise.

They are happy, whose strength is in you,

in whose hearts are the roads to Sion.

As they go through the Bitter Valley,

They make it a place of springs,

they walk with ever growing strength.

They will see the God of gods in Sion.

O Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer.

Give ear, O God of Jacob.

Turn your eyes, O God, our shield,

look on the face of your anointed.

One day within your courts

is better than a thousand elsewhere.

The threshold of the house of God

I prefer to the dwellings of the wicked.

For the Lord God is a rampart, a shield;

he will give us his favour and glory.

The Lord will not refuse any good

to those who walk without blame.