Pastor And Patriot! At Whose Bidding Rise These Modest Walls, Amid A Flock That Need, For One Who Comes To Watch Them And To Feed, A Fixed Abode, Keep Down Presageful Sighs. Threats, Which The Unthinking Only Can Despise, Perplex The Church; But Be Thou Firm, Be True To Thy First Hope, And This Good Work Pursue, Poor As Thou Art. A Welcome Sacrifice Dost Thou Prepare, Whose Sign Will Be The Smoke Of Thy New Hearth; And Sooner Shall Its Wreaths, Mounting While Earth Her Morning Incense Breathes, From Wandering Fiends Of Air Receive A Yoke, And Straightway Cease To Aspire, Than God Disdain This Humble Tribute As Ill-Timed Or Vain.