My Dream

My God, Thy dwelling-places are lovely!
It is in vision and not in dark speeches that Thou art near.
My dream did bring me into the sanctuaries of God,
And I beheld His beautiful services;
And the burnt-offering and meal-offering and drink-offering,
And round about, heavy clouds of smoke.
And it was ecstasy to me to hear the Levites' song,
In their council for the order of services.
I awoke, and I was yet with Thee, O God,
And I gave thanks, and it was sweet to thank Thee.