CCCXXXIV. CHRIST the Corner-Stone.

LORD, dost thou shew a Corner-Stone
For us to build our Hopes upon,
That the fair Edifice may rise
Sublime in Light beyond the Skies?

We own the Work of sov'reign Love;
Nor Death nor Hell those Hopes shall move,
Which fix'd on this Foundation and,
Laid by thine own Almighty Hand.

Thy People long this Stone have tried,
And all the Pow'rs of Hell defy'd;
Floods of Temptation beat in vain;
Well doth this Rock the House sustain.

When Storms of Wrath around prevail,
Whirlwind and Thunder, Fire and Hail,
'Tis here our trembling Souls shall hide,
And here securely they abide.

While they that scorn this precious Stone,
Fond of some Quicksand of their own,
Borne down by weighty Vengeance die,
And buried deep in Ruin lie.