O Church of Christ

O Church of Christ

our blest ab­ode

Celestial grace is thine;

Thou art the dwell­ing place of God

The gate of joys di­vine.

Where’er for me the sun may set

Wherever I may dwell

My heart shall nev­er more for­get

Thy courts

Im­ma­nu­el.

O Church of Christ

O Church of Christ

I came to thee for rest

And found it more than earth­ly peace

To be Im­ma­nu­el’s guest.

Whene’er I come to thee in joy

Whene’er I come in tears

Still at the gate called Beau­ti­ful

My ris­en Lord ap­pears.