O where are kings and empires now
Of old
that went and came?
But Lord
Thy Church is praying yet
Two thousand years the same.
We mark her goodly battlements
And her foundations strong;
We hear
within
the solemn voice
Of her unending song.
For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy Church
O God
Though earthquake shocks are threatening her
And tempests are abroad.
Unshaken as eternal hills
Immovable she stands
A mountain that shall fill the earth
A house not made by hands.
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