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We love the place, O God, Wherein Thine honour dwells The joy of Thine abode, All earthly joy excels.

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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, Pours out, as He is wont, The effluence from above.

We love our father's board, Oh what on earth so dear! Where faithful hearts, O Lord, Still 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.

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We love to sing below For mercies freely given: But oh! we long to know The triumph-song of heaven.

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Lord Jesus, give us grace On earth to love Thee more In heaven to see Thy face, And with Thy saints adore.