O How Amiable Are Thy Dwellings
O how amiable are thy dwellings;
thou Lord of hosts!
My soul hath a desire and longing
to enter in to the courts of the Lord:
My heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house
and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young:
Even thy altars O Lord of hosts,
my king and my God.
Bessed are they that dwell in thy house:
They will be always praising thee.
The glorious majesty of the Lord our God be upon us:
prosper thou the work of our hands upon us.
O prosper thou our handy work,
o prosper thou our handy work.
O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.