How lovely is Your dwelling place

How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord mighty God, Lord of all

Even the lowly sparrow finds a home for her brood
And the swallow a nest for herself
Where she may lay her young
In your altars my king and my God

How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord mighty God, Lord of all

Blessed are they whose dwelling
Is Your own Lord of peace
Blest are they refreshed by springs and by rain
When dryness daunts and scathes
Behold my shield
My king and my God!

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