Bring homage to this holy place;
This ancient site of Christian grace,
Devotion steeped in sandstone walls,
Draws faithful to these hallowed halls
These wooden doors so bold and stout,
Which keep the evil serpent out;
Beckon to the righteous fold,
Enter, and the Lord behold.
This transept tall with gallant stair,
And Acca's Cross, a noble heir;
To Wilfred, leader of the meek,
A saintly guide to those who seek,
Solace in this holy shrine,
This tranquil place of Love devine.
These vaults and freises carved with skill,
Stand aloft in air so still,
'Till organ sounds with enthralling power,
Which serves to guide the princely choir,
To sing aloud with one accord,
Their voices high to praise the Lord.
This ancient seat of Priors fine,
Had stood the noble test of time;
With Saxon Crypt of ancient year,
Built to house those relics dear;
With altar and the Tree of Life,
That serves to show the love of life,
That God impart in man.
Trevor Jenkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hexham-abbey/
