Happy the church, thou sacred place,

The seat of thy Creator’s grace!

Thine holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God!

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates

A guard of heavenly warriors waits;

Nor shall thy deep foundations move,

Fixed on his counsels and his love.

3 Thy foes in vain designs engage;

Against his throne in vain they rage:

Like rising waves, with angry roar,

That dash and die upon the shore.

4 God is our shield, and God our sun;

Swift as the fleeting moments run,

On us he sheds new beams of grace,

And we reflect his brightest praise.