1. Built on the Rock the church doth stand, E- ven when stee- ples are fall- ing; Crum- bled have spires in e- very land, Bells still are chim- ing and cal- ling; Cal- ling the young and old to rest, But a- bove all the soul dis- tressed, Long- ing for rest ev- er- last- ing.

2. Sure- ly in tem- ples made with hands, God, the Most High, is not dwell- ing; High a- bove earth His tem- ple stands, All earth- ly tem- ples ex- cell- ing; Yet He whom heav'ns can- not con- tain Chose to a- bide on earth with men, Built in our bod- ies His tem- ple.

3. We are God's house of li- ving stones, Built for His own hab- i- ta- tion; He through bap- tis- mal grace us owns, Heirs of His won- drous sal- va- tion; Were we but two His Name to tell, Yet He would deign with us to dwell, With all His grace and His fa- vor.

4. Now we may ga- ther with our King; Ev'n in the low- li- est dwell- ing: Prais- es to Him we there may bring, His won- drous mer- cy fore- tell- ing; Je- sus His grace to us ac- cords, Spi- rit and life are all His words, His truth doth hal- low the tem- ple.

5. Still we our earth- ly tem- ples rear, That we may her- ald His prais- es; They are the homes where He draws near And lit- tle child- ren em- brac- es, Beau- ti- ful things in them are said, God there with us His cov'n- ant made, Mak- ing us heirs of His king- dom.