Pastor: How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD of hosts!
All: My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
Pastor: Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of hosts,…
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