1. Oh, how lovable, how precious
  Are Thy local churches, Lord!
  My soul longeth, even fainteth
  For the courts of Thine abode;
  'Tis my heart's deep thirst and longing
  And my spirit deeply sighs;
  Fellowship among the churches��
  For this my whole being cries.
2. Blessed is the man whose heart, to
  Zion, is an open way;
  He's the one whose strength is in Thee;
  He will praise Thee all the day.
  In communion with the churches,
  Trusting Thee, Thy praise he sings;
  Passing through the weeping valley,
  It becomes a place of springs.
3. One day spent among Thy churches,
  Better than a thousand is!
  Even to the lowest member,
  Sun and shield Jehovah is.
  Grace and glory, every good thing,
  On us now He doth outpour;
  Blessed is that man who dwelleth
  In the churches evermore.