1 Builder of mighty worlds on worlds,
How poor the house must be,
That with our human, sinful hands
We may erect for Thee.
2 O Christ, Thou art our Corner-stone;
On thee our hopes are built;
Thou art our Lord, our Light, our Life,
Our Sacrifice for guilt.
3 In Thy blest Name we gather here,
And consecrate the ground.
The walls that on this rock shall rise
Thy praises shall resound.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #297