View not this Spire by Measure giv'n 

To Buildings rais'd by common Hands:

That Fabric rises high as Heav'n,

Whose Basis on Devotion stands.

While yet We draw this vital Breath,

We can our Faith and Hope declare:

But Charity beyond our Death,

Will ever in our Works appear.

Best be He call'd among good Men,

Who to his God this Column rais'd:

Tho' Lightning strike the Dome again;

The Man, who built it, shall be prais'd.

Yet Spires and Towers in Dust shall lye,

The weak Efforts of Human Pains:

And Faith, and Hope themselves shall dye;

While Deathless Charity remains.