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How much less this house.
1 Kings 8:27.
778N. P. Willis.
The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple built to God; His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its pillars one by one. | 2 He hung its starry roof on high— The broad, illimitable sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. | 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea—the sky—and “all was good;” And when its first few praises rang, The “morning stars together sang.” | 4 Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for thee; But in thy sight our offering stands— An humbler temple, “made with hands.” | 5 We can not bid the morning star To sing how bright thy glories are; But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here, Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear. | |