Horatio W. Parker - Auburndale - текст песни (слова)

Christ is our cornerstone,
 On Him alone we build;
 With his true saints alone
 The courts of heaven are filled:
 On His great love
 our hopes we place
 Of present grace
 and joys above.
 
 O then with hymns of praise
 These hallowed courts shall ring;
 Our voices we will raise
 The Three in One to sing,
 And thus proclaim
 in joyful song,
 Both loud and long,
 that glorious Name.
 
 Here, gracious God, do Thou
 For evermore draw nigh;
 Accept each faithful vow,
 And mark each suppliant sigh:
 In copious shower
 on all who pray,
 Each holy day
 Thy blessings pour.
 
 Here may we gain from heav'n
 The grace which we implore;
 And may that grace, once given,
 Be with us evermore,
 Until that day
 when all the blest
 To endless rest
 are called away.
 Amen.