Behold the sure Foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays To build our heavenly hopes upon And His eternal praise! 2. Chosen of God, to sinners dear, Let saints adore the name; They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame. 3. The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest And envy rage in vain. 4. What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise; ’Tis Thine own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. Isaac Watts, 1719. 453 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (H. M.) Christ is our Corner-stone, On Him alone we build: With His true saints alone The courts of heav’n 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 Forevermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful vow And mark each suppliant sigh; In copious shower, on all who pray, Each holy day, Thy blessing 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! From the Latin, 6th or 7th cent.; J. Chandler, tr., 1837. DEDICATION OF CHURCH. 454 8, 7, 6 l Christ, Thou art the sure Foundation, Thou the Head and Corner-stone; Chosen of the Lord and precious, Binding all the Church in one; Thou Thy Zion’s Help forever And her Confidence alone. 2. To this temple, where we call Thee, Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day; With Thy wonted loving-kindness Hear Thy servants as they pray; And Thy fullest benediction Shed within these walls alway. 3. Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they ask of Thee to gain, What they gain from Thee forever With the blessed to retain, And hereafter in Thy glory Evermore with Thee to reign. 4. Praise and honor to the Father, Praise and honor to the Son, Praise and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One; One in might and one in glory, While eternal ages run. From the Latin; J. M. Neale, 1851, a. 455 L. M. Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne, Where Thy redeemed behold Thy face; Enter this temple, now Thine own, And let Thy glory fill the place.