In the name which earth and Heav­en,
Ever wor­ship, praise, and fear,
Father, Son, and Ho­ly Spir­it,
Shall a house be build­ed here:
Here with pray­er its deep found­ations,
In the faith of Christ, we lay,
Trusting by His help to crown it,
With the top-stone in its day.

Here as in their due suc­cess­ion
Stone on stone the work­men place,
Thus, we pray, unseen but sure­ly,
Jesu, build us up in grace;
Till, within these walls com­plete­d,
We com­plete in Thee are found;
And to Thee, the one Found­ation,
Strong and liv­ing stones, are bound.

Fair shall be Thine earth­ly tem­ple:
Here the care­less pass­er-by
Shall be­think him, in its beau­ty,
Of the ho­lie­r house on high;
Weary hearts and troubled spirits
Here shall find a still re­treat;
Sinful souls shall bring their bur­den
Here to the Ab­solv­er’s feet.

Yet with tru­er, nob­ler beau­ty,
Lord, we pray, this house ad­orn,
Where Thy bride, Thy Church re­deemèd,
Robes her for her mar­riage morn;
Clothed in gar­ments of sal­va­tion,
Rich with gems of heav’n­ly grace,
Spouse of Christ, ar­rayed and wait­ing
Till she may be­hold His face.

Here in due and sol­emn or­der
May her cease­less pray­er arise;
Here may strains of ho­ly glad­ness
Lift her heart ab­ove the skies;
Here the word of life be spok­en;
Here the child of God be sealed;
Here the Bread of Heav’n be brok­en,
Till He come, Him­self re­vealed.

Praise to Thee, O Mas­ter Build­er,
Maker of the earth and skies;
Praise to Thee, in whom Thy tem­ple
Fitly framed, to­ge­ther lies;
Praise to Thee, eter­nal Spir­it,
Binding all that lives in one:
Till our earth­ly praise be end­ed,
And th’eternal song b­egun!