O Lord of Hosts, how lovely Thy dwelling places are
For them my heart is yearning, though I have wandered far,
My soul is nearly fainting Thy sacred courts to see
My heart and flesh are crying O living God, to Thee.
Beneath Thy care the sparrow shall find a place of rest
To keep her young in safety the swallow finds a nest
Then, Lord, my King almighty, Thy love will shelter me
Beside Thy holy altar my home shall ever be.
Blest they who dwell in Zion whose joy and strength Thou art
Forever they will praise Thee, Thy ways are in their heart
Though tired, their tears like showers shall fill the springs of peace
And all the way to Zion their strength shall still increase.
—Psalm 84 (1912 Psalter, Alt. Henry C. Haffner, 2016)