We love the place, O God,
Wherein Thine ho­nor 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
To pour is ev­er wont
His bless­ings from above.

We love Thine al­tar, Lord;
Oh, what on earth so dear?
For there, in faith adored
We 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 giv’n;
But, oh, we long to know
The tri­umph song of Heav’n.

Lord Je­sus, give us grace
On earth to love Thee more,
In Heav’n to see Thy face,
And with Thy saints adore.