I really never thought I would see a day when this song would spark such controversy. We live in a culture where Christianity has been redefined and watered down and even gone the way of heresy, even though we all claim to follow Christ. The questions begin to fly when we start laying out our doctrines and theology side by side. Who really is following Christ? What does He ask of His Church? What is the foundation of His Church?
Time and again, over the course of history, the Church has come to this place. It is a defining moment where the body of Christ must stand up on the doctrines of scripture, without which we cannot know Christ who is the foundation. It is easy to get off track and find our focus on something trivial, or even just centering our energies on works and not on Christ. "The Church's One Foundation" is a song of unity, but without compromise. It is not saying to unite at all costs, but that we (the Church) are defined by a certain set of doctrines as laid out in scripture. We are to bind ourselves to those who are of this same faith and persevere together until the end.
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THE CHURCH'S ONE FOUNDATION
Music by: Samuel S. Wesley (1864)
The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord
She is His new creation
By water and the word:
From heav’n He came and sought her
To be His holy bride
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died
She is from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued
The Church shall never perish!
Her dear Lord to defend
To guide, sustain, and cherish,
Is with her to the end
Though there be those who hate her,
And false sons in her pale
Against both foe or traitor,
She ever shall prevail
Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song!
’Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest