Living stones, living stones We are holy, living stones Built upon the firm foundation That is Jesus And as we cling to that Rock Who became a Stumbling block We remember we are living stones
See, in Zion He is known A chosen precious cornerstone And the ones who come to trust in Him Will never know the shame That He bore on that Cross when it seemed All was lost He the Stone that makes men stumble The Rock that makes them fall
By the Word of His mouth We are made one holy house Though we live as scattered strangers We are not homeless, we are free We are one family, one fold One Overseer of our souls Says we are His own possession We are living stones
