1 My Church! My Church! My dear old Church
My fathers’ and my own!
On prophets, and apostles built,
And Christ the cornerstone;
All else beside, by storm or tide,
May yet be overthrown;
But not my Church, my dear old Church,
My fathers’ and my own.

2 My Church! My Church! My dear old Church!
My glory and my pride!
Firm in the faith Immanuel taught,
She holds no faith beside,
Upon this rock, ‘gainst every shock,
Though gates of hell assail,
She stands secure, with promise sure,
“They never shall prevail.”

3 My Church! My Church! My dear old Church!
I love her ancient name;
And God forbid a child of hers
Should ever do her shame;
Her mother care I'll ever share;
Her child I am alone,
Till He who gave me to her arms,
Shall call me to His own.

4 My Church! My Church! My dear old Church!
Thy child would add a vow
To that whose token once was signed
Upon his infant brow;
Her mother care I'll ever share,
Her child I am alone.
My Church shall yet be dear to me,
My fathers' and my own.

Amen.