Oh, how lovable, how precious

Oh, how lovable, how precious
Are Thy local churches, Lord!
My soul longeth, even fainteth
For the courts of Thine abode;
'Tis my heart's deep thirst and longing
And my spirit deeply sighs;
Fellowship among the churches—
For this my whole being cries.
Blessed is the man whose heart, to
Zion, is an open way;
He's the one whose strength is in Thee;
He will praise Thee all the day.
In communion with the churches,
Trusting Thee, Thy praise he sings;
Passing through the weeping valley,
It becomes a place of springs.
One day spent among Thy churches,
Better than a thousand is!
Even to the lowest member,
Sun and shield Jehovah is.
Grace and glory, every good thing,
On us now He doth outpour;
Blessed is that man who dwelleth
In the churches evermore.
Leony Dacz

Mumtinlupa, Samar, Philippines

praise you Lord Jesus.


Nottingham, United Kingdom

Oh, how lovable, how precious are Your local churches, Lord!