1 We love the place, O God,
Wherein Thine honor dwelleth;
The joy of Thine abode
All earthly joy excelleth;
It is the house of prayer,
Wherein Thy servants meet;
And Thou, O Lord, art there
Thy chosen flock to greet.

2 We love Thine altar, Lord;
O what on earth so dearer?
For there, in faith adored,
We find Thy presence nearer'
We love the word of life,
The word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in the strife,
And joys that never cease.

3 We love to sing below
For mercies freely given;
But most we long to know
The triumph-song of heaven.
Lord Jesus, give us grace
On earth to love Thee more,
In heaven to see Thy face,
And with Thy saints adore.