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Psalm 84 - How lovely is thy dwelling place

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‘Psalm 84 – How lovely is thy dwelling place’ was recorded at Stealth Recording Studio. Ruth Campbell (vocals and piano), Susan Stirling (violin and backing vocals), Tim Ness (whistles), Eddie Macarthur (audio and video production). Words - Scottish Psalter 1650, tune Homes of Donegal/Tramps and Hawkers. Chorus words and melody by Ruth Campbell. Arrangement by Ruth Campbell, Susan Stirling and Timothy Ness. ©2025
How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of thy grace
how pleasant, Lord, they be!
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,
yea faints, thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.
Behold, the sparrow findeth out
an house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
hath purchasèd a nest;
Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe
her young ones forth may bring,
O thou almighty Lord of hosts,
who art my God and King.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
Lord God of hosts, my prayèr hear;
O Jacob's God, give ear.
See God our shield, look on the face
of thine anointed dear.
For in thy courts one day excels
a thousand; rather in
My God's house will I keep a door,
than dwell in tents of sin.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
For God the Lord's a sun and shield:
He’ll grace and glory give;
And will withhold no good from them
that uprightly do live.
O thou that art the Lord of hosts,
That man is truly blessed,
Who by assured confidence
On thee alone doth rest.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
How lovely is thy dwelling place.
How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of thy grace
how pleasant, Lord, they be!
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,
yea faints, thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.
Behold, the sparrow findeth out
an house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
hath purchasèd a nest;
Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe
her young ones forth may bring,
O thou almighty Lord of hosts,
who art my God and King.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
Lord God of hosts, my prayèr hear;
O Jacob's God, give ear.
See God our shield, look on the face
of thine anointed dear.
For in thy courts one day excels
a thousand; rather in
My God's house will I keep a door,
than dwell in tents of sin.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
For God the Lord's a sun and shield:
He’ll grace and glory give;
And will withhold no good from them
that uprightly do live.
O thou that art the Lord of hosts,
That man is truly blessed,
Who by assured confidence
On thee alone doth rest.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place. How lovely, how lovely, how lovely is thy dwelling place.
How lovely is thy dwelling place.
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