1 Praise God for windows! Greet the day that fills our Wortham skies with light! Each colour moves some heart to pray and thank God for his gift of sight. 2 When darkness comes, we meet again as light shines out beyond the trees, across the field and farm and lane to point to higher things than these. 3 These sculptured pews, this patterned flint, the tower's strength, the organ's tones: let each convey some telling hint of God, to all who tread these stones. 4 What names, what lives recorded here, of faith and work from earlier days! What memories we have to share, of those who heard and sang God's praise! 5 Our kith and kin, our foe or friend, the neighbour, stranger, rich or poor: here were they born, or found their end, came in and out by that same door. 6 Some may have stumbled, some have strayed but found God's grace to pardon sin; we mark the tracks that they have made and as they finish, we begin. 7 God grant that we may lift our eyes beyond the past or present view; for all that shall be, let us rise with Christ, the light that makes us new.