When the years had wrought their changes,
                                        
                                        He, our own unchanging God,
                                        
                                        Thought on this His habitation,
                                        
                                        Looked on His decayed abode;
                                        
                                        Heard our prayers, and helped our counsels,
                                        
                                        Blessed the silver and the gold,
                                        
                                        Till once more His house is standing
                                        
                                        Firm and stately as of old.