The Church's one foundation
Is Jesus Christ, her Lord
She is His new creation
By water and the Word

From heav'n He came and sought her
To be His holy bride
With His own blood He bought her
And for her life He died

Elect from ev'ry nation
Yet one o'er all the earth
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth

One holy name she blesses
Partakes one holy food
And to one hope she presses
With ev'ry grace endued

Though with a scornful wonder
The world sees her oppressed
By schisms rent asunder
By heresies distressed

Yet saints their watch are keeping
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song

'Mid toil and tribulation
And tumult of her war
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore

Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest