Behold the sure foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heav'nly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise.

Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here,

Nor shall they suffer shame.

The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.

What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise;

'Tis thy own work, almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes.