You whose clear voices never die

You whose clear voices never die
Though mute your makers lie :
You who by music measure out the day ,
With unconcerted , dear , predictable delay ,
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Toll for our souls by mercy sained :
We wane as all have waned .
Toll for all those who sinned as we have sinned ,
Those who once heard you clear and high upon the wind
Chime, sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Chime , for years come that grudge renown ,
That seek to drag you down :
Pray we against the evil day when none
Beneath your towers may walk and dream as we have done :
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

10th June 1952