WE love the place, O God, Wherein Thine honour dwells; The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels.
It is the house of prayer, Wherein Thy servants meet; And Thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen flock to greet.
We love the Word of life, The Word that tells of peace, Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease.
We love to sing below Of mercies freely given; But O, we long to know The triumph song of Heaven.
Our first and latest love To Zion shall be given— The House of God above, On earth the gate of Heaven.
vv 1, 2, 5 William Bullock, 1798-1874, vv 3-4 Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77