THE CHRISTIAN MAIDEN’S GLORY

S. J. B. Carter

We’re living in a danger zone,

O Christian maid beware!

The devil with a cunning tone

Would have you cut your hair.

Your hair, your glory, just to think

That which took years to grow,

The devil with a crafty wink

Would lay your glory low.

That which the angels’ wondering eye

Deems as subjection sweet,

That which fond Mary took to dry

Her blessed Saviour’s feet.

‘Twas love that touched, that broke her heart,

Love drew her glory down,

But greater love, the Saviour’s part,

He crowned her with renown.

Let not the devil’s scissors touch

Thy hair. It is a treasure.

But keep thy glory, be it such,

To use it for His pleasure.