In His Cathedral
The ceiling is the sky
In His Cathedral
Birds are flying high
His Alter is the flowers
On the hills of Gallalee
His windows are the Heavens
Where His clouds He can see
In His Cathedral
There is grass so green
In His Cathedral
There's a warm gentle breeze
The children are playing
Calling out His name
And the Choire is the Angles
Lifting up there Praise
The sounds of many waters
Is the Saviours Voice so clear
His Face shines like the Sun
As the people surround Him
He lifts up His Hands
With a blessing for everyone
In His Cathedral
Love is everywhere
In His Cathedral
His Joy is always there
There is no darkness
His Light shines the way
His Cathedral lasts forever
And will never pass away
His Cathedral lasts forever
And will never pass away
