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;
And blest are those who dwell with You
And praise You without rest.
3 And happy those whose hearts are set
Upon the pilgrim ways;
You give them water when they thirst,
Their guide through all their days.
4 How blest are they that in Your house
Will ever give You praise;
One day with You is better spent
Than thousands in dark ways.
5 You, Lord, will hold back no good thing
From those who justly live;
To all who trust You, Lord of hosts,
You'll all Your blessings give.
41 How lovely is Your dwelling place
Words: Scottish Psalter Music: Edward S Dorricot