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.

We Mark Her Goodly Battlements
And Her Foundations Strong;
We Hear, Within, The Solemn Voice
Of Her Unending Song.

For Not Like Kingdoms Of The World
Thy Holy Church, O God,
Though Earthquake Shocks Are Threatening Her,
And Tempests Are Abroad.

Unshaken As Eternal Hills,
Immovable She Stands,
A Mountain That Shall Fill The Earth,
A House Not Made By Hands.

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