Upon the hills of holiness he his foundation sets.
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.
I to the hills will lift mine eyes, from whence doth come mine aid.
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.
And he his sanctuary built like to a palace high, Like to the earth which he did found to perpetuity.
Jerusalem, within thy gates our feet shall standing be.