The Church of Christ

JULIETTE M. MINK.

A temple to be reared in thought,
That never may be sold or bought;
Its firm foundation laid in Mind,
With open doors for all mankind.
The corner-stone, so strong and fair,
Chiseled, and carved with patient care,
And bathed with tear's repentant flow,
Till spotless, bright it gleams below,
Its purity,—rare pearl of price,
For it, the world we sacrifice.
Its walls of truth,—tried, sure, and strong,
A refuge safe from every wrong.

The entrance into Soul's retreat,
Is by humility, so sweet,
Within, the light shines from above,
Soft, radiant splendor, fraught with love.
Oh holy place, so pure and calm,
Thou hast for us a healing balm.
In grateful love our hearts we raise.
And sing in notes of joy our praise.
Then forward to the alter led,
The sacred oil, poured on our head.
Fitted to serve,—made king and priest,
We'll lead the hungry to the feast:
Supporting, cheering all the way.
Until for them, too, dawns the day.
Our house is buit, but not of stone,
Christ is the model, Christ alone.
'Tis stately, fair, without defect;
For God Himself is Architect.

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