This is the Psalm (84:1-3, 10) I would find myself singing
when feeling especially alone—
often while driving long distances I’d start singing this
sacred song I first learned in Youth Choir (1966).
There is a version by John Milton, dated 1648.

How lovely are Thy dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!
My soul longeth,
yea fainteth, for the courts of the Lord:
My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house,

And the swallow a nest, where she may lay her young,

Even Thine alters, even Thine alters,
O Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.
O Lord God of Hosts, hear my prayer.

I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,

Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand.
How lovely are Thy dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!

My soul longeth, yea fainteth, for the courts of the Lord:

My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house,

And the swallow a nest, where she may lay her young,

Even Thine alters, even Thine alters,
O Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.