1 Oh! where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But Lord, Thy Church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice,
Of her unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world
The Holy Church, O God!
Tho' earthquake shocks are threat'ning her,
And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made with hands.

Amen.