I love Your kingdom, Lord,
The
house of Your abode,
The
Church our blest Redeemer saved
With
His own precious blood.
2
I
love Your church, O God!
Her
walls before Thee stand
Dear
as the apple of Thine eye,
And
graven on Thy hand.
3
Beyond
my highest joy
I
prize its heavenly ways,
Its
sweet communion, solemn vows,
Its
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.