O Shepherd of the nameless fold, The bless?d Church to be, Our hearts with love and longing turn To find their rest in Thee; ?Thy kingdom come,? its heav'nly walls Unseen around us rise, And deep in loving human hearts Its broad foundations rise. O holy kingdom, happy fold, The bless?d Church to be, Our hearts in love and worship turn To find themselves in thee! Thy bounds are known to God alone, For they are set above; The length, the breadth, the height are one, And measured by His love.