We love Thy Kingdom, Lord, the House of Thine Abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved, with His own precious Blood!
We love Thy Church, O God, Her walls be-fore Thee stand,
Dear as the Apple of Thine eye, and graven on Thy hand.
For Her our tears shall fall, for Her our prayers ascend,
To Her our toils and cares be giv'n, till toils and care shall end!
Beyond our highest joys, we prize Her heav'nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise!
Sure as Thy truth does stand, to Zion has been giv'n,
The brightest glories earth can yield, and brighter glories of heav'n!
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