1 How dear to me, O Lord of hosts,
The place where Thou dost dwell;
The tabernacles of Thy grace
In pleasantness excel.
My spirit longs, yea, even faints,
Thy sacred courts to see;
My thirsting heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for Thee.
2 Beneath Thy care the sparrow finds
A place of peaceful rest;
Where she may safely lay her young
The swallow finds a nest;
Then, Lord of Hosts, my King, my God,
Thy love will shelter me;
Beneath Thy altar's peaceful shade
My dwelling-place shall be.
3 Blest they who dwell within Thy house,
Their perfect strength Thou art;
Their joyful praise shall never cease,
Thy ways are in their heart.
Their tears of grief, like early rain,
Sweet springs of joy shall fill;
With strength renewed they journey safe
To Zion's holy hill.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912
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|The Cyber Hymnal #2220||How Dear to Me, O Lord of Hosts||How dear to me, O Lord of Hosts||IRISH||Anonymous||CM||<cite>The Psalter</cite> (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 225|