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.
But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers, then the light and glory
More rev’rend grows, and more doth win
Which else shows watrish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe : but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the eare, not conscience ring.