1 I love your church, O Lord!
Her saints before you stand,
dear as the apple of your eye,
and graven on your hand.
2 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
her sweet communion, solemn vows,
her hymns of love and praise.
3 I love your church, O God,
the people you have called,
the church our blest Redeemer saved
with his own precious blood.
