O Lord of Hosts, Whose Glory Fills

Verse 1

O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills The bounds of the eternal hills, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, To dwell in temples made with hands.

Verse 2

Grant that all we, who here today Rejoicing this foundation lay, May be in very deed Thine own, Built on the precious Corner Stone.

Verse 3

Endue the creatures with Thy grace That shall adorn Thy dwelling place; The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, make them Thine.

Verse 4

To thee they all belong, to thee The treasures of the earth and sea; And when we bring them to thy throne We but present thee with thine own.

Verse 5

The heads that guide endue with skill; The hands that work preserve from ill; That we, who these foundations lay, May raise the topstone in its day. AMEN.