Classic Poem

Undenominational
But still the church of God
He stood in his conventicle
And ruled it with a rod.

Undenominational
The walls around him rose,
The lamps within their brackets shook
To hear the hymns he chose.

“Glory” “Gopsal” “Russell Place”
“Wrestling Jacob” “Rock”
“Saffron Walden” “Safe at Home”
“Dorking” “Plymouth Dock”

I slipped about the chalky lane
That runs without the park,
I saw the lone conventicle
A beacon in the dark.

Revival ran along the hedge
And made my spirit whole
When steam was on the window panes
And glory in my soul.