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Nicolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig

Ludvig Mathias Lindeman

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 1999

Built on the Rock the Church doth stand
Even when steeples are falling.
Crumbled have spires in ev'ry land;
Bells still are chiming and calling,
Calling the young and old to rest,
Calling the souls of men distressed,
Longing for rest everlasting.

Surely in temples made with hands
God, the Most High, is not dwelling;
High in the heav'ns his temple stands,
All earthly temples excelling.
Yet he who dwells in heav'n above
Deigns to live with us in love,
Making our bodies his temple.

We are God's house of living stones,
Built for his own habitation.
He fills our hearts, His humble thrones,
Granting us life and salvation.
Were two or three to seek His face,
He in their midst would show His grace,
Blessings upon them bestowing.

Yet in this house, and earthly frame,
Jesus, His children is blessing;
Higher we come to praise His name,
Faith in our Saviour confessing;
Jesus to us His Spirit sent,
Making with us His covenant,
Granting His children the kingdom.

Here stands the font before our eyes,
Telling how God did received us.
Th'altar recalls Christ's sacrifice
And what His table doth give us.
Here sounds the word that doth proclaim
Christ yesterday, today, the same,
Yes, evermore our Redeemer.