Psalm 84

HOw lovely is thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts to me?
Thy Tabernacles glorious more
then can expressed be.
My soul within me longs, yea faints,
the Courts of God to see,
My heart and flesh cry out aloud,
my living God for thee.

(The sparrow findes her out an house,
the swallow hath a nest,
Wherein she laies her young, but I
for my feet finde no rest,)
Thine Altars, O thou, Lord of hosts,
my Lord God, and my King.
Blest are they that dwell in thine house,
to thee still praise to sing.

Yea, blessed are those men to whom
thou art their strength and stay,
That with their hearts and whole desires
to thine house mindes the way.
When through the Valleys dry they go,
where wells they dig up still,
The rain from Heaven doth them all
most plentifully fill.

From strength to strength they walk on stil,
unwearied they bear
Their travel, till before the Lord
in Zion all appear.
Hearken, O Lord, the God of hosts,
to that which I do pray,
O God of Jacob give an ear
to that which I do say.

O God our shield and our defence,
Behold, and look upon,
And graciously accept the face
of thine anointed one.
Because within thine house one day
is better to abide,
Then in another place to stay
a thousand days beside.

Much rather would I keep a door
in the house of my God,
Then dwell in tents of wickednesse,
as now I do abroad.
For God the Lord our Sun and shield,
will grace and glory give,
And no good thing withholds from those
that do uprightly live.

O Lord of hosts, that man is blest,
and happy still shall bee,
Whose heart by faith doth ever rest
and firmly trust in thee.