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Behold the temple of the Lord!
the work of God, by man abhorred,
appearing fair and splendid;
its walls are built in spite of foes,
and though a hostile world oppose,
the work will yet be ended.
A building this, not made with hands;
on firm foundations, lo, it stands,
for God himself has laid them;
the workmanship of God alone,
the rich materials all his own:
'twas he himself that made them.
He builds it for his glory's sake,
its solid frame no force can shake,
although the world despise it;
and time, that other work destroys,
'gainst this in vain its power employs;
the work of God defies it.
From age to age his work goes on,
the stones collected one by one;
ere long it will be finished:
and when he works his grand design,
the temple will for ever shine
with luster undiminished.
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8 8 7 8 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1965 | # 659 | | 1983 | # 808 |
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SARUM NEW
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8 8 7 8 8 7
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