Thy Kingdom Is A Glorious

Thy kingdom is a glorious kingdom,
Fairer far than earthly lands;
Thro’ the Saviour’s full atonement,
Lo, in beauty now it stands;
Oh, blessed home of joy!
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine above,
The church our blest Redeemer sav’d
With His own precious blood.

Thy Church, O Lord, to Thee is precious,
In Thy love it dwells secure;
On the Rock of Ages founded,
It forever shall endure;
Oh, blessed realm of love;
I love Thy Church, O God;
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.

I love to spend my life in service,
For the kingdom of my Lord;
Where the saints in spirit dwelling,
Join His praise with one accord.
Thy holy, blest abode!
For her my tears shall fall,
For here my pray’rs ascend,
To her my cares and toil be giv’n,
Till toils and cares shall end.

Most wondrous are its glowing beauties,
And its peace beyond compare;
Matchless bliss and joys supernal.
In that realm of love so fair.
Oh, holy Church of Christ!
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heav’nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.