CH1941, Hymn #433

Verse 1
The church's one foundation,
'Tis Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the word.
From heaven He came and sought her
To be his holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.

Verse 2
Elect from every nation,
Yet one o'er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.

Verse 3
Though with a scornful wonder,
Men see her sore oppressed,
Though foes would rend asunder
The Rodk where she doth rest,
Yet saints their faith are keeping;
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.

Verse 4
'Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till, with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great church victorious
Shall be the church at rest.