A hundred years ago this year
A Church was built in Glynn
The Bishop consecrated it.
For all to worship in

Our Church is off the beaten track
Not very far away
It's built amongst the silent dead
What for, I cannot say.

Perhaps the ones who worship there
And pass the tombstones by
May try to lead a better life
For all must surely die.

This Church is built of finished stones
Some large, and some are small
Which is a motto in itself
The Builder uses all.

Glynn Church, like others has a Bell
To tell the hour has come
But if it's stopped before you're there
The service has begun.

We have the finest organ
With the very best of tone
The newer ones are not the same
I would rather have our own.

The Choir is small, but very good
They can't be done without
A fair young lady takes the place
Of one who's missed, no doubt.

Our Rector and his wife have been
Devoted to the Glynn
Their work is more essential now
For them two wars to win.

So parishioners do all you can
To help them in their task
So we can say with Chamberlain
Night shall prevail at last.

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