Godminster

The Ages one great minster seem
That throbs with praise and prayer;
From Calvary shines the altar's gleam,
The Church's East is there:
And all the way from Calvary down
The carven pavement shows
Their graves who won the martyr's crown,
And safe in God repose.

And as the mystic aisles we pace,
By aureoled workmen built,
Lives ending at the Cross we trace
Alike through grace and guilt.

Moravian hymn and Roman chant
In one devotion blend,
To speak the soul's eternal want
Of God, the inmost Friend.

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here;
And hear My Son in heaven!
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