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THE NEW TEMPLE.

OW shall we make a house of worth
Fit for the Builder of the earth,—
    A temple high and broad,
    A dwelling for our God?

Build the wide windows fair and high,—
Let in the light of sun and sky;
    Shut not the Master's face
    Out of His dwelling-place.

Make room for tender Charity,
And Love's unwearying ministry;
    Let Patience mild and meek
    Her gentle teachings speak.

Build all the doorway arches wide,
Yet make no room for pompous Pride,—
    So Vanity and Sin
    Shall never enter in.