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