Behold the sure foundation-stone,

Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise!

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here,

Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe, and priest,

Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise:

’Tis thy own work, almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes.