1 I love Thy church, O God!
Her walls before Thee stand
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.

2 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heav'nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

3 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.