How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair

Verse 1

How lovely are Thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are, Where Thou dost dwell so near! My soul doth long and almost die Thy courts, O Lord, to see.

Verse 2

There ev'n the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest; The swallow there, to lay her young, Hath built her brooding nest; Ev'n by Thy altars, Lord of Hosts, They find their safe abode.

Verse 3

Happy who in Thy house reside, Where Thee they ever praise! Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide, And in their hearts Thy ways! For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Give grace and glory bright.