Hark, the Church Proclaims Her Honor

Hark

the Church pro­claims her hon­or

And her strength is on­ly this:

God hath laid His choice up­on her

And the work she doth is His.

He His Church hath firm­ly found­ed

He will guard what He be­gan;

We

by sin and foes sur­round­ed

Build her bul­warks as we can.

Frail and fleet­ing are our pow­ers

Short our days

our fore­sight dim

And we own the choice not ours

We are chos­en first by Him.

Onward

then! For naught des­pair­ing

Calm we fol­low at His word

Thus through joy and sor­row bear­ing

Faithful wit­ness to our Lord.

Tho’ we here must strive in weak­ness

Though in tears we oft­en bend

What His might be­gan in meek­ness

Shall achieve a glo­ri­ous end.