1 Built on the rock the church shall stand
even when steeples are falling;
Christ builds he church in every land;
bells still are chiming and calling,
calling the young and old to rest,
calling the souls of those distressed,
longing for life everlasting.

2 Not just in temples made with hands
God, the Most Holy, is dwelling.
Hidden from sight God's temple stands,
all earthly temples excelling.
The one whom heavens cannot contain
chose here among us to remain,
built in our bodies a temple.

3 We are a house of living stones
built for God's own habitation;
God fills our hearts, these humble thrones,
granting us life and salvation.
Were two or three to pray for grace,
Christ in their midst would show his face,
blessings upon them bestowing.