“How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts!”
Psalms 84:1
His name yields the richest perfume, and sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom, and makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were He always thus nigh, have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal as happy as I, my summer would last all the year.
John Newton
“My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.