We love the place, O God,

Wherein Thine honour dwells

The joy of Thine abode

All earthly joy excels.

It is the house of prayer,

Wherein Thy servants meet;

And Thou, O Lord, art there

Thy chosen flock to greet.

We love the sacred font,

For there the Holy Dove

Pours out, as He is wont,

The effluence from above.

We love our Father's board,

Oh what on earth so dear!

Where faithful hearts, O Lord,

Still find Thy presence near.

We love the word of life,

The word that tells of peace,

Of comfort in the strife,

And joys that never cease.

We love to sing below

For mercies freely given;

But oh! we long to know

The triumph-song of heaven.

Lord Jesus, give us grace

On earth to love Thee more,

In heaven to see Thy face,

And with Thy saints adore.