"Built on the Rock the Church doth Stand"

               by Nicolai F.S. Grundtvig, 1783-1872

              Translated by Carl Doving, 1867-1937

                                  Text From:

                       THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL

        (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941)

        1. Built on the Rock the Church doth stand,

        Even when steeples are falling;

        Crumbled have spires in every land,

        Bells still are chiming and calling,

        Calling the young and old to rest,

        But above all the soul distrest,

        Longing for rest everlasting.

        2. Surely in temples made with hands,

        God, the Most High, is not dwelling;

        High above earth His temple stands,

        All earthly temples excelling.

        Yet He whom heavens cannot contain

        Chose to abide on earth with men,

        Built in our bodies His temple.

        3. We are God's house of living stones,

        Builded for His habitation;

        He through baptismal grace us owns

        Heirs of His wondrous salvation.

        Were we but two His name to tell,

        Yet He would deign with us to dwell,

        With all His grace and His favor.

        4. Now we may gather with our King

        E'en in the lowliest dwelling;

        Praises to Him we there may bring,

        His wondrous mercy forthtelling.

        Jesus His grace to us accords;

        Spirit and life are all His words;

        His truth doth hallow the temple.

        5. Still we our earthly temples rear

        That we may herald His praises;

        They are the homes where He draws near

        And little children embraces.

        Beautiful things in them are said;

        God there with us His covenant made,

        Making us heirs of His kingdom.

        6. Here stands the font before our eyes

        Telling how God did receive us;

        The altar recalls Christ's sacrifice

        And what His table doth give us;

        Here sounds the Word that doth proclaim

        Christ yesterday, today, the same,

        Yea, and for aye our Redeemer.

        7. Grant then, O God, where'er men roam,

        That, when the church-bells are ringing,

        Many in saving faith may come

        Where Christ His message is bringing:

        "I know Mine own, Mine own know Me;

        Ye, not the world, My face shall see.

        My peace I leave with you." Amen.

Notes: Hymn #467 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_ Text: Eph. 2: 19-22 Author: Nicolai F.S. Grundtvig, 1837 Translated by: Carl Doving, 1909, alt. Titled: "Kirken den er et gammelt Hus" Composer: Ludvig M. Lindeman, 1871 Tune: "Kirken den er et"
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