In a Church after New Years'

Lying still the pews are long and silent, Resting under God’s roof, in peace: The notes of organ echo off the highest walls, And resound from my heart to Heaven’s halls. This, this is Christ the King, whom shepherds guard And his Church is my refuge tonight. The soft and lowly carpet my bed and inn, All my past and future sentences condoned by sin. Not oft do I sing such glorious laud, The merry-making music malignant to man’s mind; But the prince of Lights’ high chorus raised, With ever joyous, and profound, euphony praised. Then hold me Lord to sleep in pleasant keep, Not many but one of your flock of sheep.