"..in this ever hallowed place."

No mortal hands have made this temple,

crafted buttress, roof and floor.

Rather Christ's own risen Body

forms the arches and the door.

No human hands have made this place of prayer,

pure and holy, rich and fair.

Our eyes must see beyond the image,

see beyond the builder's art.

Here we walk on living pavement,

here we kneel in God's own heart.

Let mortal hearts their adoration bring,

grateful for this perfect thing.

Let rev'rent mind pierce through the symbol:

scattered like these stones are we.

Christ the mortar binds together

all our minds in unity.

To Father, Son and Spirit offer praise

in this ever hallowed place.