Christ is our corner-stone,
On Him alone we build;
With His true saints alone
The courts of heaven are filled.
On His great love our hopes we place,
Of present grace and joys above.

Oh 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,
Each holy day, your blessings pour,

Here, gracious God, do now,
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful vow,
And mark each suppliant sigh;
In copious shower, on all who pray,
Each holy day, your blessings pour,

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