1 Christ is our Corner-stone,
On Him alone we build,
With His true saints alone
The courts of heaven are filled;
On His great love our hopes we place,
Of present grace and joys above.
2 Oh, then with hymns of praise
These hallowed courts shall ring:
Our voices we will raise
The Three in One to sing,
And thus proclaim in joyful song,
Both loud and long, that glorious Name.
3 Here, gracious God, do Thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful vow,
And mark each suppliant sigh;
In copious shower on all who pray,
Each holy day Thy blessings pour.
4 Here may we gain from heaven
The grace which we implore,
And may that grace once given,
Be with us evermore,--
Until that day when all the blest
To endless rest are called away.
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First Line: | Christ is our Corner-stone |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Chandler |