Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word? He is a brittle crazy glass: Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford This glorious and transcendent place, To be a window, through thy grace. But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story, Making thy life to shine within The holy Preacher’s; then the light and glory More rev’rend grows, and more doth win: Which else shows wat’rish, bleak, and thin. Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one When they combine and mingle, bring A strong regard and awe: but