Lord, remember David and his affliction, How he swore he would not enter rest Till he found a dwelling for the Mighty One, A habitation for the God of Jacob. We heard of it at Ephratah, Found it in the fields of the wood. Let us enter into His tabernacle; Let us worship at His footstool. Arise, O Lord, into Your rest, You and the ark of Your strength. Clothe Your priests with righteousness; Let Your saints shout for joy. The Lord swore truth unto David: "Fruit from your body will sit upon your throne, If your children keep My covenant." His promise will not turn away. The Lord has chosen Zion; He desired it for His dwelling. There He will bless provision, Clothe salvation on the priests, And make David's horn to flourish.