
			
			
		 
		
			 
			General (Vol. 3)
The Holy Catholic Church
Part i. 
- Martyred for pleasure and to warn
 What fate flowed from Imperial scorn,
 They meekly bore the taunts and rage
 To keep our Sacred heritage:
 Slow torture or the sudden spear
 Might fill the captives' hearts with fear
 But they went bravely to their death,
 Forgiving with their dying breath.
- Pampered with safe and pleasant laws
 In a benign and liberal cause
 We meekly bear indifference
 To keep religion on the fence:
 The poison's drip or harsh attack
 Might goad us briefly to fight back
 But we chat calmly to our host,
 Denying what we should love most.
- Grounded in love and courtesy,
 May we Your faithful pilgrims be,
 Meek in our hearts with posture brave,
 Saved, may we always want to save:
 Slow to condemn but quick to praise,
 Suspicious of the easy phrase,
 May we go cheerfully on our way
 To preach Your Holy Word and pray.
Part ii. 
- We are the Church of God,
 The gathered and dispersed,
 From those in prison for our faith
 To those killed for it first:
 Our martyrs and our saints,
 Our teachers and our priests,
 Engage The Spirit to preside
 At famines and at feasts.
- Not chauvinists of God,
 Nor blinkered in his name,
 We honour those throughout the world
 Whose lives have brought Him fame:
 Our Church today is built
 Not in a time nor place,
 Not on a narrow ritual
 But countless acts of Grace.
- Power is the only goal
 Of uniformity
 But God has given us with means
 Of faith in liberty:
 Our witness in the world
 Not internecine strife
 Will better represent God's presence
 In our Christian life.
Part iii.
- The worship that Our Lord began
 Has nourished an almighty span,
 The truth that we in prayer proclaim
 Looks different but is still the same.
- The desert nomad and the squire
 Each in their piety aspire,
 The peasant and the factory hand
 Have listened to the same command.
- The special pleadings of the sect
 And pieties they disrespect
 Are nothing set against The Creed
 And the foundation of The Word.
Part iv. 
- When all the towers of Rome are lost
 And all the Church's pomp is cast,
 When ancient rites are but a dream,
 Our Saviour will yet reign supreme.
- Tied to the rubric and the form
 We cannot face the evil storm,
 The Word in humble patience sought
 Will be our first and last resort.
- Being human, what we hold most dear
 Is habit felt in atmosphere
 But our approach to Jesu's Word
 Rests not on where but what is heard.
- And yet He made the Church on earth
 As the curator of re-birth
 But it must grow and change to feed
 The changing nature of our need.
- God does not change but what He made
 Evolves in our collective head:
 He makes the context and the frame,
 His Church must learn and do the same.