Coming to CHRIST as a living Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 4, 5

With Extasy of Joy Extoll his glorious Name, Who rais'd the spacious Earth, And rais'd our ruin'd Frame; He built the Church Who built the Sky, Shout and exalt His Honours high.

See the Foundation laid By Pow'r and Love divine; Jesus, his First-born Son, How bright his Glories shine! Low he descends, In Dust he lies, That from his Tomb A Church might rise.

But he for ever lives; Nor for himself alone, Each Saint new Life derives From this mysterious Stone; His Influence darts Thro' ev'ry Soul, And in one House Unites the whole.

To him with Joy we move; In him cemented stand; The living Temple grows, And owns the Founder's Hand: That Structure, LORD, Still higher raise, Louder to sound Its Builder's Praise.

Descend, and shed abroad The Tokens of thy Grace, And with more radiant Beams Let Glory fill the Place; Our joyful Souls Shall prostrate fall, And own, our GOD Is All in All.