1-2. What a beautiful home, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!I’ve always longed to live in a place like this,Always dreamed of a room in your house,where I could sing for joy to God-alive!
3-4. Birds find nooks and crannies in your house,sparrows and swallows make nests there.They lay their eggs and raise their young,singing their songs in the place where we worship.God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God!How blessed they are to live and sing there!
5-7. And how blessed all those in whom you live,whose lives become roads you travel;They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks,discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain!God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, andat the last turn—Zion! God in full view!
8-9. God-of-the-Angel-Armies, listen:O God of Jacob, open your ears—I’m praying!Look at our shields, glistening in the sun,our faces, shining with your gracious anointing.
10-12. One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship,beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches.I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my Godthan be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.All sunshine and sovereign is God,generous in gifts and glory.He doesn’t scrimp with his traveling companions.It’s smooth sailing all the way with God-of-the-Angel-Armies.