Better Is One Day in Your Courts
(John 1:14–18)

1To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O how amiable are thy dwellinges: thou God of hoastes?

2My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.

3Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord.

4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they wyll be alway praysyng thee. Selah.

5Blessed is that man whose strength is in thee: thy wayes are in their heart.

6They iourneying through the vale of teares: (yea when euery cesterne at their name is filled with water) do accept it for a fayre pleasaunt well.

7They wyl set forward from a stoute courage to a stoute courage: that the God of Gods may be seene of them in Sion.

8O God Lorde of hoastes heare my prayer: geue eare O God of Iacob. Selah.

9Beholde O Lorde our shielde: and loke vpon the face of thyne annointed.

10For one day in thy courtes, is better then a thousande els where: I had rather be a doore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in large tabernacles of vngodlynes.

11For God the Lorde is a sunne and a shielde: God geueth grace and worship, he withholdeth no good thyng from them that liue in any perfection.

12O God of hoastes: blessed is the man that putteth his trust in thee.