A church is heaven's gate: Then let us celebrate Its power to raise the spirit. Our fathers, for our good, Preferred the gothic mood; Their insight we inherit. What confidence was theirs To make their children heirs Of such enduring beauty. Their faith commands respect, Though changing times reject So much they counted duty. Yet neither change nor chance Can lessen or enhance God's timeless revelation. Today, as yesterday: Tomorrow, come what may: In Christ is our salvation. May all who worship here, Believing God is near, Find he is at the centre. How sacred is this place! Its open door of grace, Be bold, my soul, to enter!