Douglas is a busy street
With noisy trucks and plodding feet
Sidewalks swarm with pushing crowds
And choking dust in wind-blown clouds
Is there somewhere one can hide
From this, the seething, human tide?
Yes there is I’m glad to say
St. Andrew’s Kirk will make your day
It’s nice to find a friendly place
So quiet and near, with soaring space
A restful, placid, peaceful spot
In contrast with the street — that’s not!
It welcomes weary travellers in
To share with them what’s here within
A hundred years and more have passed
That it’s stood here, ‘twas built to last
You’ll find you’re welcomed at the door
As all our guests have been before
A guide is there to show you round
As treasured objects here abound
The windows surely will delight.
The coloured glass reflects the light
The organ, huge, cannot be missed
While plaques and pews are on the list
All who come are free to roam
And make our kirk their erstwhile home
And if you choose to sit and rest
You’re welcome, as an honoured guest
If you’re troubled, full of care
Where else is better anywhere
Than in our pews to come and sit
And, undisturbed, pray over it?
And all who come soon realize
That though we are of massive size
There is sense of holiness
Serene and peaceful, nonetheless
There is no charge, you come in free
We do not have an entrance fee
Your coming to our church domain
Is our reward, come back again!