LSB #651 “I Love Your Kingdom, Lord”
I love Your kingdom, Lord, The place of Your abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved With His own precious blood.
Beyond my highest joy I prize its heav’nly ways,
Its sweet communion, solemn vows, Its hymns of love and praise.
I love Your Church, O God, Your saints in ev’ry land,
Dear as the apple of Your eye And graven on Your hand.
For them my tears shall fall; For them my prayers ascend;
For them my cares and toils be giv’n Till toils and cares shall end.
Sure as Your truth shall last, To Zion shall be giv’n
The brightest glories earth can yield And brighter bliss of heav’n.