1 The Church has one foundation,
'Tis Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation,
By water and the word;
From heav'n He came and sought her
To be His holy bride,
With His own blood He bo't her,
And for her life He died.

2 Elect from ev'ry nation,
Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With ev'ry grace endued.

3 Tho' with a scornful wonder,
Men see her sore opprest,
Tho' foes would rend asunder
The rock where she doth rest;
Yet saints their faith are keeping,
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.

4 'Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for ever more;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.