1 I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer bought With His own precious blood. 2 I love the Church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye And graven on Thy hand. 3 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. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.