A HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS

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

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

unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A House not made with hands.
(A Cleveland Coxe)