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, ‘gainstev’ry shock,
Tho’ gates of hell assail,
She stands secure, with promise sure,
“They never shall prevail.”

3 My Church! my Church! I love my Church,
For she exalts my Lord;
She speaks, she breathes, she teaches not
But from His written Word;
And if her voice bids me rejoice,
From all my sins released,
‘Tis thro’ th’atoning sacrifice,
And Jesus is the Priest.

4 My Church! my Church! I love my Church,
For she doth lead me on
To Zion’s palace Beautiful,
Where Christ my Lord hath gone.
From all below she bids me go
To Him, the Life, the Way,
The Truth to guide my erring feet
From darkness into day.