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 before Thee stand; Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand.
Beyond our highest joy, We prize her heavenly ways; Her fellowship and solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
Jesus, our Friend divine, Our Saviour 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 highest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of Heaven.
Timothy Dwight, 1752-1817