The church has one foundation
'Tis
Jesus Christ her Lord;
She
is His new creation
By
water and the Word.
From
heaven He came and sought her
To
be His holy bride;
With
His own blood He bought her,
And
for her life He died.
2
Elect
from every nation,
Yet
one o'er all the earth;
Her
charter of salvation,
One
Lord, one faith, one birth;
One
holy name she blesses,
Partakes
one holy food,
And
to one hope she presses,
With
every grace endued.
3
Though
with a scornful wonder
Men
see her sore oppressed,
Though
foes would rend asunder,
The
Rock where she doth rest,
Yet
saints their faith are keeping;
Their
cry goes up, "How long?"
And
soon the night of weeping
Shall
be the morn of song.
4
'Mid
toil and tribulation,
And
tumult of her war,
She
waits the consummation
Of
peace forevermore;
Till
with the vision glorious,
Her
longing eyes are blest,
And
the great church victorious
Shall
be the church at rest.