1 O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands.

2 Grant that all we, who here today
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine own,
Built on the precious Corner Stone.

3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace
That shall adorn Thy dwelling place;
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.

4 To thee they all belong, to thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to thy throne
We but present thee with thine own.

5 The heads that guide endue with skill;
The hands that work preserve from ill;
That we, who these foundations lay,
May raise the topstone in its day.

AMEN.