To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

8,6,8,6

^1How lovely is thy dwelling-place,

O Lord of hosts, to me!

The tabernacles of thy grace

how pleasant, Lord, they be!

^2My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,

yea faints, thy courts to see:

My very heart and flesh cry out,

O living God, for thee.

^3Behold, the sparrow findeth out

an house wherein to rest;

The swallow also for herself

hath purchased a nest;

Ev'n thine own altars,* where she safe

her young ones forth may bring,

O thou almighty Lord of hosts,

who art my God and King.

^4Bless'd are they in thy house that dwell,

they ever give thee praise.

^5Bless'd is the man whose strength thou art,

in whose heart are thy ways:

^6Who passing thorough Baca's vale,

therein do dig up wells;

Also the rain that falleth down

the pools with water fills.

^7So they from strength unwearied go

still forward unto strength,

Until in Sion they appear

before the Lord at length.

^8Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;

O Jacob's God, give ear.

^9See God our shield, look on the face

of thine anointed dear.

^10For in thy courts one day excels

a thousand; rather in

My God's house will I keep a door,

than dwell in tents of sin.

^11For God the Lord's a sun and shield:

he'll grace and glory give;

And will withhold no good from them

that uprightly do live.

^12O thou that art the Lord of hosts,

that man is truly blest,

Who by assured confidence

on thee alone doth rest.