Let envy not increase thy load; thou canst but creep.
The flesh a hot-bed is of envy and of strife.
These soil the soul; for envy’s bane of mortal life.
Should envy seek thy soul to kill, invoke the Lord,
The God of mercy thee can save, with His true Word.
“Make clean My house, ye two,” did Ab’ram’s God once say.[98]
His house our frame; a house of glory, though of clay.115
Should envy fill thy breast ’gainst one that envies not,
Foul stains ensue; thy heart’s impure; all good’s forgot.
Prostrate thyself, then, at the feet of holy men;