Christ is our cornerstone,
On him alone we build,
With his true saints alone,
the courts of heav'n are filled;
On his great love our hopes we place,
OI present grace and joys above.

O then with hymns of praise,
these hallowed courts shall ring
Our voices we will raise
the three in one to Sing.
And thus proclaim, in joyful song.
Both loud and long, that glorious name.

Here, gracious God dost thou,
For evermore draw nigh,
Accept each faithful vow,
And mark each suppliant sigh;
in copious show'r, on al who pray,
Each holy day, thy blessings pour.

Here may we gain from heav'n,
The grace which we implore;
And may that grace, once giv'n,
Be with us evermore,
Until that day, when all the blest,
To endless rest are called away.