Two houses art thou given wherein to dwell;
Happy art thou, if both thou usest well;
To one thou climbest high, with willing feet,
Above the world, thy risen Lord to meet;
The other to the busy street stands open free,
That sin-sick men may come to meet with thee.
The breath of heaven thy “upper room” delights;
Thy “hired house” the groans of earth invites;
So with a dual grace thy life is crowned:
Communion pure, and sympathy profound;
Love to thy Lord, and love to all around.
J. S. Tait