My
Soul Longs for the Courts of the Lord
How
lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, faints for
the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God. Even
the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay
her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are
those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise!
Blessed
are those whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the highways to Zion. As
they go through the Valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; the early
rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one
appears before God in Zion. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O
God of Jacob!
Behold our shield, O God; look on the face of your anointed! For a day in your
courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in
the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness. For the Lord God is
a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favour and honour. No good thing does he
withhold from those who walk uprightly.
O
Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in you!
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