Had I served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not, in mine age,
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Let us think less of men and more of God.—
Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke
Should bear His cross upon the heart.
Invisible and silent stands
The temple never made with hands.
Some go to church, proud humbly to repent,
And come back much more guilty than they went;
One way they look, another way they steer,
Pray to the gods, but would have mortals hear;
And when their sins they set sincerely down,
They'll find that their religion has been one.
