I love Thy kingdom, Lord
The house of Thine abode
The church our blessed Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood
I love Thy church, O God
Her walls before Thee stand
Dear as the apple of Thine eye
And written on Thy hand
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
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways
Her sweet communion, solemn vows
Her hymns of love and praise
Jesus, Thou Friend divine
Our Savior and our King
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring
Sure as Thy truth shall last
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield
And brighter bliss of heaven
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Alternate verse:
If e’er to bless Thy sons
My voice or hands deny
These hands let useful skills forsake
This voice in silence die
Should I with scoffers join
Her altars to abuse?
No! Better far my tongue were dumb
My hand its skill should lose
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