Jehovah, I love the habitation of thy house, And the place where thy glory dwelleth.
Who maketh winds his messengers; Flames of fire his ministers;
Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bare you; for when he was but one I called him, and I blessed him, and made him many.
But ye are a elect race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for (God's) own possession, that ye may show forth the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvellous light: