We the blessed of re-creation,
Yet betray our carnal tent,
That by strife will rend relations,
Where the Spi­rit strives to mend
By the word we should be sharing,
For the growth of God’s design.

We as one in truth are welling,
For Thy field and Cornerstone;
Joined as one in root and dwelling,
Yet rewards receive alone.
So, with holy fear and caring,
May our gifts exalt the Vine.

When we stand before the Corner
Will His voice as fire appraise
Work our hands pursued as dross or
Gold and jewels to be displayed
For His glo­ry, ever bearing
Works unending and divine.

May on earth we habitations
Of Thy Spi­rit and His tools
Build in truth on Thy foundation
Gain for Thy eter­nal use
That Thy flame reveals us wearing
Crowns the fire will refine.

Ways of men will vaunt then vanish
To their place of thorns and dust
But in Christ, where pride is banished,
Grace is gaining as we trust,
Not in words of self-comparing,
But in whom our souls reside.