O Lord of hosts, how lovely
The place where thou dost dwell
Thy tabernacles holy
In pleasantness excel
My soul is longing, fainting
Jehovah's courts to see
My heart and flesh are crying
O living God, for Thee
One day excels a thousand
If spent Thy courts within
I'll chose a threshold rather
Than dwell in tents of sin
Our sun and shield Jehovah
Will grace and glory give
No good will He deny them
That uprightly do live