How lovely, Lord, how lovely is your abiding place; my soul is longing, fainting to feast upon your grace. The sparrow finds a shelter, a place to build her nest: and so your temple calls us within its walls to rest. In your blest courts to worship, O God, a single day is better than a thousand if I from you should stray. I'd rather keep the entrance and claim you as my Lord then revel in the riches the ways of sin afford. A sun and shield forever are you, O Lord Most High; you shower us with blessings; no good will you deny. The saints, your grace receiving, from strength to strength shall go, and from their life shall rivers of blessing over flow.