The appropriate stench of man,

The nose cannot detect.

But let a man smell the stench of another,

And his neck will go erect.

The stench he should be smelling,

Should be his very own.

But breezes blowing perfectly,

He leaps to his righteous throne:

“How dare you air your filthiness

To all the rest of us?

Go bathe yourself in righteousness,

Prevent your putrid gust!”

It’s coldness of the heart, you see,

That causes the nose to stuff up.

Ah, if man would only warm himself

With a serving from Christ’s own cup.

By His Grace