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XVII.
[When God is to be served, the cost we weigh]
When God is to be served, the cost we weighIn anxious balance, grudging the expense:
The world may use profuse magnificence;
A thousand lamps from gilded roof may sway,
Where its poor votaries turn the night to day,
And who will blame? but if two tapers shine
Apart before some solitary shrine,
“Why was this waste?” indignantly men say.
Oh hearts unlike to his who would not bring
To God, releasing him from dismal fears,
What cost him nothing for an offering!
Unlike to hers, commended while she shed
Of that true nard which grows in spiky ears,
A rich libation on her Saviour's head!
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