Built on the Rock the Church shall stand,
Even
when steeples are falling;
Crumbled
have spires in every land,
Bells
still are chimming and calling--
Call
the young and old to rest,
Calling
the soul of those distressed,
Longing
for life ever lasting.
2
Not
in our temples made with hands
God,the
almighty is dwelling;
High
in the heav’ns, His temple stands,
All
earthly temples excelling.
Yet
He who dwells in hea’vn above
Deigns
to abide with us in love,
Making
our bodies His temple.
3
We
are God’s house of living stones,
Built
for His own habitation;
He
fills our heart, His humble thrones,
Granting
us life and salvation.
Were
two or three to seek His face,
He
in their midst would show His grace,
Blessings
upon them bestowing.
4
Yet
in this house, an earthly frame,
Jesus
His children is blessing;
Hither
we come to praise His name,
Faith
in our Savior confessing.
Jesus
to us His Spirit sent,
Making
with us His covenent,
Granting
His children the kingdom.
5
Thro’
all the passing years, O Lord,
Grant
that, when church bells are ringing,
Many
may come to hear God’s Word
Where
He this promise is bringing:
I
know My own, My own know Me:
You,
not the world, My face shall see;
My
peace I leave with you. Amen.