Founded on Thee, our on­ly Lord,
On Thee, the ev­er­last­ing rock,
Thy Church shall stand, as stands Thy Word,
Nor fear the storm, nor dread the shock.

For Thee our wait­ing spir­its yearn,
For Thee this house of praise we rear;
To Thee with long­ing hearts we turn:
Come, fix Thy glo­ri­ous pre­sence here.

Come, with Thy Spir­it and Thy pow­er,
The Con­quer­or, once the Cru­ci­fied;
Our God, our strength, our king, our tow­er,
Here plant Thy throne, and here ab­ide.

Accept the work our hands have wrought;
Accept, O God, this earth­ly shrine;
Be Thou our rock, our life, our thought,
And we, as liv­ing tem­ples, Thine.