O Shepherd of the name­less fold,
The bless­èd Church to be,
Our hearts with love and long­ing turn
To find their rest in Thee;
Thy king­dom come, its heav’n­ly walls
Unseen around us rise,
And deep in lov­ing hu­man hearts
Its broad foun­da­tions rise.

O ho­ly king­dom, hap­py fold,
The bless­èd Church to be,
Our hearts in love and wor­ship turn
To find them­selves in thee!
Thy bounds are known to God alone,
For they are set above;
The length, the breadth, the height are one,
And mea­sured by His love.