BANISH'D the House of sacred rest, 
 Amid a thoughtless throng, 
At length I heard its creed confess'd, 
 And knelt the saints among. 

Artless his strain and unadorn'd, 
 Who spoke Christ's message there; 
But what at home I might have scorn'd, 
 Now charm'd my famish'd ear. 

Lord, grant me this abiding grace, 
 Thy Word and sons to know; 
To pierce the veil on Moses' face, 
 Although his speech be slow.