Nor sun nor moon so sweetly shone
as that rich flood from out that floor;
through every street it swiftly surged,
free from filth and mud and mire,
Church therein was none to see,
chapel nor temple that ever was set;
the Almighty was their minster meet
the Lamb their sacrifice, there to atone
The portals never yet were barr'd,
but evermore open at ev'ry lane;
none entereth there to take abode,
that beareth spot beneath the moon.