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