Words: Un­known au­thor, 6th or 7th Cen­tu­ry (An­gu­lar­is fun­da­ment­um la­pis); trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by , Hymns of the Prim­i­tive Church, 1837.

Music: St. John (Par­ish), Par­ish Choir, 1851; at­trib­ut­ed to . Al­ter­nate tune:

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
Forevermore 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.