STUPENDOUS work of loftier world.
The boast of Gold Coast Africa’s Maid;
Designed by men in days of old,
When Webster reigned and gave us aid.
Thy beauteous name we all adore,
Our faith, indeed, our hope and creed;
It makes us love John Wesley more
Than other Saints who came to lead.
Colossal edifice! Thy pride of Great
Methodism – the church whose fame
Extends so far and wide, Destined for
Weary souls to search.
The hill that bears the cumbrous load,
With all the rich adjacent land
That lies along Tamalean road
Is Tafo’s gift to Wesley Band.
Thy stately tower that vies with one ear
Wrought by man, or church, or state.
Thy golden stool, superbly done,
Surmounted by the dome of fate.
With pompous pride we always say;
“Best are the men nurtured by thee,
Who heard Thy call and came to stay by
Jacob’s well, the fountain free.”
