O Lord, we have loved her fair beauty

O Lord

we have loved her fair beauty

The house Thou hast chosen for Thee

The courts where Thy gladness rejoiceth

And where Thou delightest to be.

We love to be made the fair dwelling

Where God in His grace may abide;

We’d cast forth whatever may grieve Thee

And welcome none other beside.

O blessed the grace that has made us

The home of the gladness of God

The dwelling wherein Thou delightest

The house Thou hast bought with Thy blood.

’Tis there that Thy joy overfloweth

We feel it

we take of it there;

By all that Thou workest within us

Thy temple is holy and fair.

The secret of that inner chamber

Thy place is of heavenly rest;

The stillness of thoughts that adore Thee

The shrine that Thou lovest the best.

The temple where Christ hath His dwelling

The souls He hath ransomed

forgiv’n;

The temple where I have my dwelling

Is Christ in the glory of heav’n.