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