Psalm 84

1. O LORD of hosts, O God of grace, / How lovely is Thy holy place, / How good and pleasant is Thy dwelling! / O how my soul longs earnestly, / Yea, faints Thy holy courts to see / Mid festal throngs and music swelling. / My heart and flesh cry out to God; / To Him I spread my hands abroad. /

2. The sparrow finds a home to rest; / The swallow deftly builds her nest / And has her young beside Thy altar. / So, LORD of hosts, my God, my King, / I seek the shelter of Thy wings; / Thou wilt not let me slip and falter. / How blest are those who dwell with Thee / And praise Thy Name unceasingly. /

3. How blest are those whose strength Thou art, / Who on Thy ways have set their heart — / The highways to Thy habitation. / For them refreshing fountains flow / When they through Baca’s valley go, / A land of drought and desolation. / The wilderness, with showers blest, / Becomes for them a vale of rest. / William Kuipers, 1931, & William Helder, 1980