Many a blow and biting sculpture
Polished well those stones elect, In their places now compacted
By the heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath willed for ever
That this palace should be decked.
Christ is made the sure Foundation,
And the precious corner-stone, Who, the two-fold walls surmounting,
Binds them closely into one : Holy Sion's help for ever,
And her confidence alone.
All that dedicated city.
Dearly loved by God on high. In exultant jubilation
Pours perpetual melody ; God the One, and God the Trinal,
Singing everlastingly.
To this temple, where we call thee,
Come, Lord of Hosts, to-day ! With thy wonted loving-kindness
Hear thy people as they pray ; And thy fullest benediction
Shed within its walls for ay.
Here vouchsafe to all thy servants
That they supplicate to gain : Here to have and hold for ever
Those good things their prayers obtain ; And hereafter in thy glory
With thy blessed ones to reign.
Laud and honour to the Father ;
Laud and honour to the Son ; Laud and honour to the Spirit ;
Ever Three, and ever One : Consubstantial, co -eternal,
While unending ages run.
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