1 I love your church, O God,
on earth your blest abode,
the people our redeemer saved
with his own precious blood.
2 I love your church, O God,
whose walls before you stand,
dear as the apple of your eye,
and graven on your hand.
3 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.
4 Beyond my highest joys,
I prize your people's ways,
the sweet communion, solemn vows,
the hymns of love and praise.
5 Sure as your truth shall last,
to Zion shall be given
the brightest glories earth can yield,
and brighter bliss of heaven.
