Gather all sojourners to be found
Quarry the great stones from the ground
Hew till the edges rough are round
Fit to be built without a sound
Hammers can break with just a word
Ointments will slake until they're stirred
The path that we take, though not preferred
Leads to a place where no sound is heard
Neither hammer nor ax nor iron tool
Was heard in the house while being built
He'll lay us all down one by one
And without a sound we shall be built
Stones that the natural form retain
Can at the most be piled in vain
Those that allow the cutting pain
Without a sound His building gain
Have you not felt you're all alone
The lot you've been dealt could not be known
Foundations are laid with costly stones
Without a sound He builds His home
Neither hammer nor ax nor iron tool
Was heard in the house while being built
He'll lay us all down one by one
And without a sound we shall be built
And without a sound we shall be built