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O where are kings and empires now
of old, that went and came?
but Lord, thy Church is praying yet,
a thousand years the same.
We mark her goodly battlements
and her foundations strong;
we hear, within, the solemn voice
of her unending song.
For not like kingdoms of the world
thy holy Church, O God,
though earthquake shocks are threatening her,
and tempests are abroad.
Unshaken as eternal hills,
immovable she stands,
a mountain that shall fill the earth,
a house not made by hands.