For they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.—John, xii. 43.

My God! I will address Thee

In loudest hymns of praise;

Then, too, my soul shall bless Thee,

When mute in deep amaze;

For Thou, who kind receivest

Each word to be addressed,

The silent thought perceivest,

The feeling unexpressed.

And, while we ne’er can know