1 Builder of mighty worlds on worlds,
How poor the house must be,
That with our human, sinful hands
We may erect to thee!

2 O Christ, thou art our Corner-stone;
On thee our hearts are built;
Thou art our Lord, our Light, our Life,
Our Sacrifice for guilt.

3 In thy blest name we gather here,
And set apart the ground;
The walls that on this rock shall rise,
Thy praises shall resound.