English poem
SUCH AS HAVE NOT GOLD TO BRING THEE.
by Jean Ingelow
Such as have not gold to bring Thee, They bring thanks—Thy grateful sons; Such as have no song to sing Thee, Live Thee praise—Thy silent ones.
Such as have their unknown dwelling, Secret from Thy children here, Known of Thee, will Thee be telling How Thy ways with them are dear.
None the place ordained refuseth, They are one, and they are all Living stones, the Builder chooseth For the courses of His wall.
Now Thy work by us fulfilling, Build us in Thy house divine; Each one cries, "I, Lord, am willing, Whatsoever place be mine."
Some, of every eye beholden, Hewn to fitness for the height, By Thy hand to beauty moulden, Show Thy workmanship in light.
Other, Thou dost bless with station Dark, and of the foot downtrod, Sink them deep in the foundation— Buried, hid with Christ in God.
More by Jean Ingelow
- Songs On The Voices Of Birds. The Nightingale Heard By The Unsatisfied Heart.
- Songs On The Voices Of Birds. The Warbling Of Blackbirds.
- SPERANZA.
- Strife And Peace.
- Such As Have Not Gold To Bring Thee. (Hymn)
- SWEET ARE HIS WAYS WHO RULES ABOVE.
- Sweet Are His Ways Who Rules Above. (Hymn)
- THE AUSTRALIAN BELL-BIRD.