Psalm 26:8

I love waking to your glory,

Rising up with the sun,

Standing beneath your handiwork,

Awed by all you have done.

I hear the morning breeze singing.

The chorus of your dawn

Rustles across the line of trees

Where the first light is drawn.

The face of the cool, still waters

Marks your cathedral’s dome.

Splendid is your creation, Lord,

Glorious is your home.

Psalm 26:8
LORD, I love the house where you live, the place where your glory dwells.