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.