This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
THE HOUSE OF GOD.
33
O House of God! thy beauty half untold
Is lost to many an eye that might behold,
While many a tongue complains, This might be sold
And given to the poor; and men forget
How like complaint by Christ Himself was met,
And fail to mark how they who fairest make
His temple, love His poor for Jesus' sake,
In proof whereof they consecrate with care
Their gifts to them upon His altar fair,
That they with Him and He with them may share.

Jesus, who hadst not where to lay Thy Head
When Thou the pathways of Thy poor didst tread,
Too mean for Thee the temples that we raise,
Though echoing to centuries of praise!