In this old church how many have sat down
to pray? Their sociable ghosts would fill
the air with murmuring. Hear the sound
of their dutiful hymns, beautiful still.
In this old church how many have sat down?
Ever among them, we shall have a part
in that company. Time cannot numb
the transcendental elections of the heart.
Opening our arms, we bid them welcome.
In this old church how many have sat down?