1 I love thy kingdom, Lord,
the house of thine abode,
the church our blest Redeemer
saved with his own precious blood.

2 I love thy 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.