We Love the Place, O God

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.