851 How lovely is Thy dwelling-place! 1. How lovely is Thy dwelling-place! Within Thy courts I long to be; Thy presence, Lord, my spirit craves, For this my heart cries out to Thee. 2. At Thy burnt-offering altar, Lord And at Thine incense altar blest, Even the sparrow finds home, And swallow there prepares her nest. 3. Men, as the sparrow, frail and small, When living in Thy house find rest, Relying on the altar's blood, Enjoying there the incense blest. 4. How blessed are those men indeed! Trusting in Thee they are made strong; Highways to Zion in their hearts, The way they care not, rough or long. 5. Passing the weeping valley they Make it a place of springing wells; The rain with blessings covers it And in the way God's mercy tells. 6. From strength to strength they go, and all Before the Lord in Zion meet; Thus ever seeking Thine own self, They need Thy care and grace replete. 7. Better a day within Thy courts Than days a thousand I would tell; I'd rather at Thy threshold stand Than in the wicked's tents to dwell. 8. Thou art the sun, Thou art the shield, Thou grace and glory wilt supply; Thy presence and Thy very self My need in fulness satisfy. 9. Not one good thing wilt Thou withhold >From those who walk in uprightness; Bless'd is the man that trust in Thee With grace and glory measureless.