Auburndale (Horatio W. Parker)

Christ is our cornerstone,
On Him alone we build;
With his true saints alone
The courts of heaven are filled:
On His great love
our hopes we place
Of present grace
and joys above.

O then with hymns of praise
These hallowed courts shall ring;
Our voices we will raise
The Three in One to sing,
And thus proclaim
in joyful song,
Both loud and long,
that glorious Name.

Here, gracious God, do Thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful vow,
And mark each suppliant sigh:
In copious shower
on all who pray,
Each holy day
Thy blessings pour.

Here may we gain from heav’n
The grace which we implore;
And may that grace, once given,
Be with us evermore,
Until that day
when all the blest
To endless rest
are called away.
Amen.