Behold the Sure Foundation Stone

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 tho’ the gates of hell with­stood

Yet must this build­ing rise;

’Tis Thy own work

al­migh­ty God

And won­drous in our eyes.