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I Love Thy Church, O Lord
Timothy Dwight, 1800, alt.
Williams' Psalmody, 1770

I love Thy Church, O Lord, The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved with His own precious blood.

I love Thy Church, O God; Her walls before Thee stand
Dear as the apple of Thine eye, and graven on Thy hand

For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, her hymns of love and praise.

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

Sure as Thy truth shall last, to Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories earth can yield, and brighter bliss from heav'n.