How sweet the river bank in grassy fields

Unperturbed by Cromwell and his men

Again it’s full of peace,no monk nor nun

Naught remains but one nave broken, healed.

God is not the cold condemning Judge

He is a Golden Light,he loves us much

We meet him in our agonised despair

When doubts have killed us like the lack of air.

He will warm us; we can live again.

Despite the suffering and the intense pain.

He will come to us in tongues of flame.

Mysterious fire,oh love without a name