Hymns - Behold the Temple of the Lord! - Текст песни

Behold the temple of the Lord!
the work of God, by man abhorred,
appearing fair and splendid;
its walls are built in spite of foes,
and though a hostile world oppose,
the work will yet be ended.

A building this, not made with hands;
on firm foundations, lo, it stands,
for God himself has laid them;
the workmanship of God alone,
the rich materials all his own:
'twas he himself that made them.

He builds it for his glory's sake,
its solid frame no force can shake,
although the world despise it;
and time, that other work destroys,
'gainst this in vain its power employs;
the work of God defies it.

From age to age his work goes on,
the stones collected one by one;
ere long it will be finished:
and when he works his grand design,
the temple will for ever shine
with luster undiminished.