My church she stands on grassy mound

Raised high above the land around

Keeps vigil over town and people

In God’s own sun her spire topped steeple

Guides me home, seen from afar

More constant than the morning star

Gravestones lean against the sky

Friends and enemies in peace now lie

Bells call across the neighbouring hills

And the air with anticipation fills

As townsfo...

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