There's a nice carol in the Oxford Book of Carols, (No 111, I think), which goes like this:

THE BUILDERS
Sing all good people gathered, your voices raise in song
Within this church that fathered our ancient faith so strong
So tried and wrought to fitness in scorn of fire and sword
Sing as these stones bear witness of men who praised the Lord

Each rib from pillar springing the frozen fountain plays Above the chancel singing in harmony of praise;
Like tall trees ever growing the differing columns stand
To bear the vault down-throwing the shadow of God's hand.

At all times and unceasing work well and truly done
In loveliness increasing and mellowed hearing one.
The towers and piers unshaken the vaultings finely groined;
Time in its span hath taken and in one glory joined.

Of wealth and fame and power these masons did not know
Let's build, they said, a tower; square to the winds that blow.
We are not men of culture, yet we are here to build
Room for a king's sepulchre and worthy of our guild.

So came each beam and rafter, each wingèd flight of stone
Their deathless works lived after but their names were never known.
For beauty did they plead not, yet beauty they did win, And like a child you heed not, the grace of heaven crept in.

Here for a workman's wages, this glass so surely stained
Down the long aisle of ages in glory hath remained
As brother worked with brother, the glaziers worked to paint
The blue robe of the mother and the red robe of the saint.

Proud heads lie here disowning all but a drooping head,
All hands worked here atoning for open hands that bled.
Full hearts and living voices a broken heart proclaim, Life after death rejoices and after silence fame.

Someone told me it was translated from the French and refers to the building of Angers cathedral in the 14th Century, but to my ears it has a lot of Christina Rosetti about it.
Whatever, Keith Kendrick and Lynne Heraud sing it beautirfully on their CD Stars In My Crown.