Sunday, 21 June 2009
West Stourmouth and the Courts of God
O how amiable are thy dwellings : thou Lord of hosts!
My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young : even thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house : they will be always praising thee.