Faith is the evidence of things not seen,
To build an ever advancing civilization,
To forge an earth and heavenly combination
With Christ its King and Wisdom as its Queen.

Not built by merely human hands alone
But ever guided by faith toward
His heavenly kingdom here on earth. The Lord
Has plans of his own to set up His throne.

What price can all the suffering atone?
What glory will the pain and strife outweigh?
What balm can heal my morbid soul in shock?

Swing low sweet chariot, and take me home,
The angels singing praises, I hear them say
"Glory to the Lord, eternal solid rock."