1. I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode,-The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd With His own precious blood. 2. I love Thy Church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. 4 3 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, 4 Beyond my highest joy 5 Sure as Thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, 118 He shall Come Down like Rain. Andante. Arranged from PORTOGALLO, by ASA HULL. 3 He shall come down like rain... up-on the mown grass, He shall come down like rain... up-on the like rain.. |