A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and the action fine
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky, / The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; / For thou must die.
Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word? / He is a brittle crazy glass: / Yet in thy Temple thou dost him afford / This glorious and transcendent place, / To be a window, through thy grace.