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Rh Who for dear Name, in this world Pain and tribulation bore.

Many a blow and biting sculpture Polish'd well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the Heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath will'd for ever That His Palace should be deck'd.

is made the sure Foundation, And the precious Corner-stone, Who, the two-fold walls surmounting, Binds them closely into one: Holy Sion's help for ever, And her confidence alone.

All that dedicated City, Dearly lov'd by on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody; God the One, and the Trinal, Singing everlastingly.

To this Temple, where we call Thee, Come, O of Hosts, to-day! With Thy wonted loving-kindness Hear Thy people as they pray;