Classic Poem

We all are stones , in Christs best building see,
And the more hewn and polisht, still the bett:
Living stones, called in Gods blessed book;
Then, Noble Sir, when on your grace I looke,
Entring into your vertues large survey,
Rightly all a true stone I must you say:

Al a true stone your vertues nominate,
Sir, that for heavenly buildings were create:
Then still remaine a true stone for the Lord;
O still unto the building doe afford
New fresh additions, polisht by Gods Word.