How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair

How love­ly are Thy dwell­ings fair

O Lord of hosts; how dear

The plea­sant ta­ber­na­cles are

Where Thou dost dwell so near!

My soul doth long

and faint­ing

sigh

Thy courts

O Lord

to see;

My heart and flesh

O Lord

to cry

O liv­ing God

for Thee!

Happy

who in Thy house re­side

Where Thee they ev­er praise!

Happy

whose strength in Thee doth bide

And in their hearts Thy ways!

They jour­ney on from strength to strength

With joy and glad­some cheer

Till all be­fore our God at length

In Zi­on doth ap­pear.

For God the Lord

both sun and shield

Gives grace and glo­ry bright;

No good from them shall be with­held

Whose ways are just and right.

Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high

That man is tru­ly blest

Who on­ly on Thee doth re­ly

In Thee alone doth rest.