This is my rest, here still I'll stay; for I do like it well.
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, th' ark of thy strength, and thou.
And blessed be the Lord our God from Sion's holy hill, Who dwelleth at Jerusalem. The Lord O praise ye still.
God, more than Jacob's dwellings all, delights in Sion's gates.
In Salem is his tabernacle, in Sion is his seat.
Thou hast, O Lord, most glorious, ascended up on high; And in triumph victorious led captive captivity: Thou hast received gifts for men, for such as did rebel; Yea, ev'n for them, that God the Lord in midst of them might dwell.
Why do ye leap, ye mountains high? this is the hill where God Desires to dwell; yea, God in it for aye will make abode.