Oh, how lovable, how precious

Oh

how lovable

how precious

Are Thy local churches

Lord!

My soul longeth

even fainteth

For the courts of Thine abode;

’Tis my heart’s deep thirst and longing

And my spirit deeply sighs;

Fellowship among the churches—

For this my whole being cries.

Blessed is the man whose heart

to

Zion

is an open way;

He’s the one whose strength is in Thee;

He will praise Thee all the day.

In communion with the churches

Trusting Thee

Thy praise he sings;

Passing through the weeping valley

It becomes a place of springs.

One day spent among Thy churches

Better than a thousand is!

Even to the lowest member

Sun and shield Jehovah is.

Grace and glory

every good thing

On us now He doth outpour;

Blessed is that man who dwelleth

In the churches evermore.