Undenominational

Undenominational

    But still the church of God

He stood in his conventicle

    And ruled it with a rod.

Undenominational

    The walls around him rose,

The lamps within their brackets shook

    To hear the hymns he chose.

“Glory” “Gopsal” “Russell Place”

    “Wrestling Jacob” “Rock”

“Saffron Walden” “Safe at Home”

    “Dorking” “Plymouth Dock”

I slipped about the chalky lane

    That runs without the park,

I saw the lone conventicle

    A beacon in the dark.

Revival ran along the hedge

    And made my spirit whole

When steam was on the window panes

    And glory in my soul.