Thy dwelling-place, O Lord, I love;

It is Thy Church so blessed,

It is Thy joy and heart's delight

And where Thy heart finds rest.

For her, Thyself Thou gavest, Lord,

That she be Thine, complete;

For her, I too my body give,

Thy heart's desire to meet.

For her, Thou hast become my life,

That she my living be;

For her, I would forsake myself,

That she be filled with Thee.

The Church is Thy beloved Bride,

Thou in Thy Body seen;

She is my joy and heart's desire,

The one on whom I lean.

In her, Thy full supply, O Lord,

Thou dost to me impart;

In her am I possessed by Thee

To satisfy Thy heart.

Thy dwelling-place, O Lord, I love;

It is Thy Church, Thy home;

In it I would forever live

And never longer roam.