How lovely is your dwelling place
O Lord of Hosts
My soul longs yes it faints
For the courts of the Lord
My heart and flesh sing for joy
To the living God, to the living God
Even the sparrow finds a home
And the swallow makes her nest
Where she may offer up her young
At your altars O my King
Blessed are they who dwell with you
Ever singing your praise
Ever singing your praise
Blessed are those whose strength is in you
O mighty God
In whose hearts are the highways
To the city of the Lord
They will go from strength to strength
And see the King on his throne
And see the King on his throne
One single day in your courts O Lord
Is better than a thousand else by far
I would rather keep your doors
Than dwell with the wicked men
For the Lord is a sun and shield
He bestows grace and honor
No good thing does the Lord withhold
From those who walk in his ways
How lovely is your dwelling place
O Lord of Hosts
© 1988 Jeff Rittenhouse. Used by permission.
Recorded and produced by Robert Carnacchi, Peter Wilson and members of Ignite, a youth group in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Did you find a typo in the lyrics of this song? Let us know.