How Lovely Is Your Dwelling Place

How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord God of Hosts!

My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the Lord,
my heart and my flesh cry out; even the sparrow
may find a home, the swallow a nest for her young;
your altars, my king and my God!

O Lord of Hosts, hear my cry, and hearken, O God
of Jacob; one day in your house is worth much
more to me than ten thousand anywhere else.
The Lord is my sun and my shield!

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