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 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