Humility

The Bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade, where all things rest; In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. When Mary chose “the better part,” She meekly sat at Jesus’ feet; And Lydia’s gently opened heart Was made for God’s own temple meet: Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. The saint that wears heaven’s brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends: The weight of glory bows him down Then most, when most his soul ascends: Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility.

Collection: 
1791
Sub Title: 
III. Faith: Hope: Love: Service

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