How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the
LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest
for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O
LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still
praising thee.
— Rays from the Rose Cross Magazine, September/October, 1995
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