1     I love Thy kingdom, Lord,

       The house of Thine abode,

    The Church our blest Redeemer bought

       With His own precious blood.

 2     I love the Church, O God!

       Her walls before Thee stand,

    Dear as the apple of Thine eye

       And graven on Thy hand.

 3     For her my tears shall fall,

       For her my prayers ascend;

    To her my cares and toils be given

       Till toils and cares shall end.

 4     Beyond my highest joy

       I prize her heavenly ways,

    Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

       Her hymns of love and praise.

 5     Sure as Thy truth shall last,

       To Zion shall be given

    The brightest glories earth can yield,

       And brighter bliss of heaven.