So long deplored, the old structure
Lies shattered, not to be restored
Nor rebuilt. Where can I build? The Rock
Rejected once, now adored, constitutes
The only Foundation. Here God has worked ‑
This sure place. Knock and chisel
The stones till their curbed forms afford
Virtue of the bed‑rock; ignore no fault
But relish quality, a good hoard
In each exploring consonances of Christ.
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