Within thy tabernacle, Lord, who shall abide with thee? And in thy high and holy hill who shall a dweller be?
Bless'd are they in thy house that dwell, they ever give thee praise.
Within thy tabernacle I for ever will abide; And under covert of thy wings with confidence me hide.
Those that within the house of God are planted by his grace, They shall grow up, and flourish all in our God's holy place.
Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me: And in God's house for evermore my dwelling-place shall be.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.