Westminster Abbey,
With all its doors,
Welcomes all,
As church bells implore:
Come now England,
And praise thy Lord,
Drop thy shield,
And sheath thy sword,
So that two hands can pray,
Against discord.
Inside, the pastor guides his flock,
He alone dares cast the rock:
Now, turn thine eyes upon the dead,
And saintly deeds respect,
So that St. Peter at the gates,
Your soul redeems,...
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