@timelesspraise74: Sunday Hymn: "Christ is our Cornerstone." Tune: Harewood Translator: Revd John Chandler, the compiler of _The Hymns of the Primitive Church_ (1806-1876). Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8. Lyrics: 1 Christ is our cornerstone; On him alone we build; With his true saints above The courts of Heav'n are filled: On His great love Our hopes we place Of present grace And joys above. 2 Oh, then, with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring! Our voices we will raise, The Three in One to sing; And thus proclaim In joyful song, Both loud and long, That glorious name. 3 Here may we gain from Heav’n The grace we now implore, And may that grace, once giv’n, Be with us evermore. Until that day When all the blest In endless rest Are called away. Amen °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Have a blessed day/week ahead #hymnlovers #foryou #viral #churchmusic #classicalmusic

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