1 'Tis a marvel in our eyes
How the Lord rebukes the wise:
Whom the builders would not own--
He is made the Corner-Stone!
What seems naught, and men reject,
Is before our God elect;
Thus the Gospel's hidden store
Pales the wit of earthly lore.
2 While the vain and wordly-wise
For its beauty have no eyes,
And in trust repose their stay
That at last must all give way,
Zion looks unto the Lord,
And by faith leans on His Word:
Joys in grade that will avail,
When both heart and flesh shall fail.
3 Others may their virtues press,
On attainments lay great stress;
Zion knows of grace alone
And the merits that atone,
Doth an Only Name confess
As her strength and righteousness:
Christ, whom builders would not own,
Is her precious Corner-stone.