Let us gaze today upon her,
Saxon saint, of royal blood,
She to whom the highest honour
Lay in giving all she could:
Bride of him who wooed and won her
Wholly to the will of God.
Was it chance or inspiration
Drew her to this lonely place,
Here to share her pure vocation
With the sisters of her race?
Rise, O spring: for time's duration
Symbol of eternal grace.
Here it was in faith she founded,
In a world of change and stress,
Such a church, as firmly grounded,
It has never ceased to bless;
And still offers Christ's unbounded
Saving love to all - and us.
He is Lord of saint and sinner,
Only Saviour now as then:
May his love that burnt within her
Purify his Church again;
Each of us, as Christ's beginner,
Yield our life to him. Amen.