The Windows

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?He is a brittle crazy glass;Yet in thy temple thou dost him affordThis glorious and transcendent place,To be a window, through thy grace.But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,Making thy life to shine withinThe holy preachers, then the light and gloryMore reverend grows, and more doth win;

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