For Anglo-Catholics to uphold the cause, Though irate Protestants besiege its doors. Now history unfolds, the years roll on - Clergy and people past have come and gone. Though Rome be puzzled and Low Churchmen frown. With liturgy reshaped and worship shared, Slowly the wounds are healed, the breach repaired. The voice of Music has been strong to raise In choir and chancel sweetly singing round Its well-tuned harmony and goodly sound.
Organic Experts speak in voice of doom.
The need is urgent, and the problem grave, Lest pipes and all come crashing down the nave. A humble Warden bids you ope your purse.