I love Your church, O God,
on earth Your blest abode,
the people our Redeemer saved
with His own precious blood.
I love Your church, O God,
whose walls before You stand,
dear as the apple of Your eye,
and graven on Your hand.
In love my tears shall fall,
in love my prayers ascend,
to serve Your church
my toils be given,
till toils and cares shall end.
Beyond my highest joys,
I prize your people's ways,
the sweet Communion,
solemn Vows,
the Hymns of Love & Praise.
Sure as Your Truth shall last,
to Zion shall be given
the brightest glories earth can yield
and brighter bliss of heaven.
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