In the church the sound of life upon our ear is falling

In the church the sound of life upon our ear is falling,
Then we see the joy of Christ expressed on every hand;
Babylon and things of earth in vain to us are calling.
  We are home forever in Christ our land.

Far away our background seems with all its gifts and teaching,
Farther still, the worldly things with all their foul demand;
As the love of Jesus Christ our inmost heart is reaching,
  Not a thing can move us from Christ our land.

“I will build My church upon this rock,” said the Lord Jesus,
And we see the building of His purpose and His plan;
Setting members in the Body as Himself it pleases,
  Building us together in Christ our land.

Now the Lord’s recovery is everywhere proceeding,
All the churches join in one to give the Lord command:
“Speed the day when all the earth will echo with pray-reading
  And with hallelujahs for Christ our land.”