O how amiable are thy dwellings: thou Lord of hosts!
2 My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of
the Lord: my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
3 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 Bang and my God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be alway
praising thee.
5 Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee: in whose heart
are thy ways.
6 Who going through the vale of misery use it for a well: and
the pools are filled with water.
7 They will go from strength to strength: and unto the God of
gods appeareth every one of them in Sion.