Ekklesia's one foundation is Jesus Christ her lord.
She is his new creation by spirit 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.
She is from every 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 every grace endued.
Ekklesia shall not perish. Her dear Lord to defend,
To guide, sustain, and cherish, is with her to the end.
Though there be those who hate her, and false sons in her pale,
	Against both foe and traitor she ever shall prevail.
Though with a scornful wonder men see her sore oppress'd,
By schisms rent asunder, by heresies distress'd,
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 for evermore,
Till with the vision glorious her longing eyes are blest,
	and Ekklesia victorious is Ekklesia at rest.
Yet she communes already with God the three in one,
and shares that sweet communion with those whose rest is won.
O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we,
	Like them, the meek and lowly, ever may dwell with thee.