Church is but ourselves, O Lord,
Drawn together by your grace;
Our affection and your love
Join to sanctify this place.
In this fellowship of ours,
When our hearts are calm and still,
We can feel your presence here,
Sense your spirit, know your will.
Thru’ the generations now,
Voices past and present call,
Thankful for our spirits’ home
Praising you the Lord of all!
Lord, protect this sacred gift:
Sense of oneness, dear and true;
Family in Christ are we,
Loving each and loving you. Amen.
~Composed by Roger K. Powell