An Humble Offering to Jehovah

The perfect world by Adam trod

Was the first temple built by God;

His fiat laid the corner-stone,

And raised its pillars one by one.

He hung its starry roof on high

The broad expanse of azure sky;

He spread its pavement, green and bright,

And curtained it with morning light.

The mountains in their places stood,

The sea, the sky, and all "was good."

And when its first pure praises rang,

The "morning stars together sang."

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."