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The First American Hymn

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

I love Thy Zion, Lord,

The house of Thine abode;

The Church our blest Redeemer saved

With His own precious blood.

I love Thy Church, O God;

Her walls before Thee stand,

Dear as the apple of Thine eye,

And graven on Thy hand.

For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend:

To her my cares and toil be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.

Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.

Jesus, Thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,

Thy hand from every snare and foe

Shall great deliverance bring.

Sure as Thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven.

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