Morphemics

One Lord

What people, Lord, is like your church?
Whom God chose to redeem
By taking on himself the flesh
Of men of low esteem.

That they may be of one belief
He gave to them his name
To magnify the things he did
And herald why he came.

And now, O Lord, you are our God
And all your words are true-
They purge our minds to be like Christ's
And all his will then do.

For you've confirmed us to your Son
To be for him a bride,
That we may dwell as one with him
In pureness at his side.

Therefore, Lord, be pleased and bless
This house, which you have made,
That on the truth that Christ is God
It ever may be stayed.