1 How lovely is your dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me;
my thirsting soul longs eagerly
within your courts to be.

2 Beside your altars, Lord of all,
the swallows find a nest;
happy are those who dwell with you
and praise you without rest;

3 And happy those whose hearts are set
upon the pilgrim ways:
you are the water when they thirst,
their guide towards your face.

4 How blest are they that in your house
for ever give you praise:
one day with you is better spent
than thousands in dark ways.

5 The Lord will hold back no good thing
from those who justly live;
to all who trust, the Lord of hosts
will all his blessings give.