1. O where are kings and empires now
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord, your Church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2. We mark her goodly battlements
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3. For not like kingdoms of the world
Your holy Church, O God,
Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,
And tempests are abroad,

4. Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.