The White Badger Inn

Autumn Hymn

Where burns the hearth-fire brightly,
When gathered close around,
The goodwife & the husband
Both seated on the ground.

How good to hear them singing,
How pleasant is that fare,
Where their soft voices ringing,
The Lord their God is there.

Where steeples tow’r above us,
Where chapel bells do toll,
The sweetness of forgiveness,
From pious tongues extoll.

How sweet to hear them pealing,
O’er plains & briar’d weald;
Their joyous song is thrilling
O’er manor & o’er field.

Now join in sacred worship,
Both king & peasant sing;
Thru’ courtyard & through bower,
Thy voices now let ring.

How pale the moonlight softens,
The stars that shine above,
Let us, like them remember,
To ever praise his Love.
To tune “O Sacred Head”