I love the church of God,
Structure divine,
Structure divine;
Her children all of one,
Through the anointed Son,
Here and around the throne,
Pure and sublime.
I love the church of God;
Her closed door,
Her closed door,
Held by that pierced hand,
Opens at His command,
Welcomes the contrite friend,
Wealthy or poor.
I love the church of God;
Her gates of praise,
Her gates of praise
Re-echo far and near
Strains of angelic cheer,
Mark each prophetic year,
Number the days.
I love the church of God,
Beautiful bride,
Beautiful bride:
Fine linen, pure and clean,
No spot on her is seen;
Low by her pastures green
Still waters glide.
I love the church of God,
Refuge secure,
Refuge secure:
When storms and thunders loud
Break from the threat’ning cloud,
Anguish the world enshroud,
She will endure.
I love the church of God;
Her courts of love,
Her courts of love
Succor the fainting heart,
Strength to the weak impart;
Perfect in every part,
Here and above.
