I HAVE a wondrous house to build,
A dwelling humble, yet divine,
A lowly cottage to be filled
With all the jewels of the mine.
How shall I build it strong and fair?
This noble house, this lodging rare ?
So small and modest, yet so great!
How shall I fill its chambers bare
With use, with ornament, with state ?
My God hath given the stone and clay:
'Tis I must fashion them aright-
'Tis I must mould them day by day,
And make my labour my delight.
This cot, this palace, this fair home,
This pleasure house, this holy dome,
Must be in all proportions fit,
That heavenly messengers may come
To lodge with him who tenants it.