I’m asking God for one thing,
    only one thing:
To live with him in his house
    my whole life long.
I’ll contemplate his beauty;
    I’ll study at his feet.

That’s the only quiet, secure place
    in a noisy world,
The perfect getaway,
    far from the buzz of traffic.

God holds me head and shoulders
    above all who try to pull me down.
I’m headed for his place to offer anthems
    that will raise the roof!
Already I’m singing God-songs;
    I’m making music to God.

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One thing(A) I ask from the Lord,
    this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
    all the days of my life,(B)
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
    and to seek him in his temple.
For in the day of trouble(C)
    he will keep me safe(D) in his dwelling;
he will hide me(E) in the shelter of his sacred tent
    and set me high upon a rock.(F)

Then my head will be exalted(G)
    above the enemies who surround me;(H)
at his sacred tent I will sacrifice(I) with shouts of joy;(J)
    I will sing(K) and make music(L) to the Lord.

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