Jesus

Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine   Which Time has blazoned on his mighty scroll; No wreaths nor garlands ever did entwine   So fair a temple of so vast a soul. There every virtue set his triumph-seal;   Wisdom, conjoined with strength and radiant grace, In a sweet copy Heaven to reveal,   And stamp perfection on a mortal face. Once on the earth wert thou, before men’s eyes,   That did not half thy beauteous brightness see; E’en as the emmet does not read the skies,   Nor our weak orbs look through immensity.