Classic Poem

I.

To Thee, my Lord , I lift the Song,
Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs:
In constant Praise my grateful Tongue
Shall fill my foll'wing Hours.

II.

Guilty, condemn'd, undone I stood;
I bid my GOD depart:
He took my Sins, and paid his Blood,
And turn'd this wand'ring Heart.

III.

Death, the grim Tyrant, seiz'd my Frame,
Vile, loathsome and accurst:
His Breath renews the vital Flame,
And Glories change the Dust.

IV.

Now, S AVIOUR , shall thy Praise commence;
My Soul by Thee brought Home,
And ev'ry Member, ev'ry Sense,
Recover'd from the Tomb.

V.

To Thee my Reason I submit,
My Love, my Mem'ry, Lord ,
My Eyes to read, my Hands to write,
My Lips to preach thy Word.