|From: A German Requiem|
How lovely are Thy dwellings fair, O Lord of Hosts,
My soul ever longeth and fainteth sore for the blessed courts of the Lord;
My heart and flesh do cry unto God, cry to the living God.
Blest are they that in Thy house are dwelling,
They ever praise Thee, o Lord, for ever more.
How lovely are Thy dwellings fair.