The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer bought
With His own precious blood.
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye
And graven on Thy hand.
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given
Till toils and cares shall end.
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.