The Chapter-house: Episcopacy VI

Therefore to you the choirs of Heaven arise
In reverence. Key-stones are ye, every one,
In God's sure house ; fountains of benison,
Which Christ, the mighty Sea of love, supplies :
Visible angels lighting lower skies ;
How may we praise — how style you ; call'd alone
To sit in sackcloth on Christ's earthly throne,
Channels of living waters ? golden ties
From Christ's meek cradle to His throne on high ?
Bright shower-drops sparkling from God's orbed light ?
We hide our eyes, and ask what vesture bright
Shall clothe you, gather'd or from earth or sky,
Ye chiefest servants of a suffering Lord,
The King of shame and sorrow ? what afford
Sky-tinctur'd grain to robe you ? Other dress
Faith owns not, save her Master's lowliness.