Love for the Church.

DEAR church I love thee; yes, I do, And may I love thee more; To thee may I be ever true, Nor dare thy rules ignore.

'Tis here I find the feast is made Isaiah did foretell; And here is where the servants said The guests should come to dwell.

Thou art the pilgrim's resting-place— His peaceful, quiet home; 'T is here he humbly asks for grace Before the Father's throne.

Dear church, I love thee; yes, I do— I'll hold to thine embrace; Here smiles and mercies ever new, Beam through a Savior's face.

And here it is I feel secure, Though storms may oft arise; And if I hold to thee, I'm sure To land beyond the skies.