Christ is our cor­ner­stone,
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.

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, do Thou
Forevermore draw nigh;
Accept each faith­ful vow,
And mark each sup­pli­ant sigh;
In co­pi­ous show­er on all 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 giv­en,
Be with us ev­er­more;
Until that day when all the blest
To end­less rest are called away.