R (2) How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord, mighty God!
My soul yearns and pines
for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh
cry out for the living God. R
Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest
in which she puts her young—
Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
my king and my God! R
Blessed they who dwell in your house!
continually they praise you.
Blessed the men whose strength you are!
their hearts are set upon the pilgrimage. R
For a sun and a shield is the Lord God;
grace and glory he bestows;
The Lord withholds no good thing
from those who walk in sincerity. R
Alleluia, alleluia. Your word, O Lord, is truth;/ consecrate us in the truth. Alleluia, alleluia.
- Can a blind person guide a blind person? l
