I love Thy kingdom,
Lord,
The place of Thine abode,
The church our blest 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 graven on
Thy hand.
For her my tears shall
fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv’n,
Till toils
and cares shall end.
Beyond my highest joy,
I
prize her heav’nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love
and praise.
Sure as Thy truth shall
last,
To Zion shall be given,
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of Heav’n.
Timothy Dwight
Timothy Dwight
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