The Immovable Kingdom

OH where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? The church of Christ is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

Mark ye her holy battlements, And her foundations strong; And hear within, the solemn voice, And her unending song.

For not like kingdoms of the world, The holy church of God! Though earthquake shocks are rocking her, And tempests are abroad.

Unshaken as eternal hills Immovable she stands — A mountain that shall fill the earth A fane unbuilt by hands.