AS I went by the church to-day br I heard the organ cry; br And goodly folk were on their knees, br But I went striding by. br br My minister hath a roof more vast: br My aisles are oak-trees high; br My altar-cloth is on the hills, br My organ is the sky. br br I see my rood upon the clouds, br The winds, my chanted choir; br My crystal windows, heaven-glazed, br Are stained with sunset fire.