The church has one foundation, ’Tis Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new creation, Through water by 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 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.
Long with a scornful wonder Men saw her sore oppressed, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distressed. Yet saints their watch were keeping To hail a brighter day, When God should stop their weeping, Take their reproach away.
The evening sun is shining, The cloudy day is past; The time of their repining Is at an end at last. The voice of God is calling To unity again; Division walls are falling, With all the creeds of men.
Back to the one foundation, From sects and creeds made free, Come saints of every nation To blessed unity. Once more the ancient glory Shines as in days of old, And tells the wondrous story— One God, one faith, one fold.
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Hymnal of the Church of God, 1953 (420)