Lord, how can man e’er preach Thy Word

Lord

how can man e’er preach Thy Word?

He is a brittle

crazy glass;

Yet in Thy temple is conferred

This glorious and transcendent place

To be a window through Thy grace.

But when Thou dost anneal Thy story

In glass

Thy life to shine within

The holy preachers

light of glory

More radiant grows and more doth win

Which else shows waterish

bleak

and thin.

The life and doctrine blent in one

As light and color mingled

bring

A strong regard; but speech alone

Doth vanish like a flaring thing

And in the ear

not spirit ring.