Classic Poem

With hearts of gladness, Lord, we come,
The tribute of our praise to bring,
Oh, let thy temple prove our home,
And deign to list the lay we sing.

The voice of wisdom have we heard,
Directing youthful souls to thee;
Oh, may we all obey thy word,
And to thy ark for shelter flee.

Bless him who with a Pastor's love,
Would feed thy lambs with tender care,
May he be strengthened from above,
And all thy chosen mercy share.

Let grace and peace attend on those,
Who weekly point us to the skies,
While joys which but the Christian knows
Within their bosoms hourly rise.

Convert the slumbering earth, oh God,
Bring thousands to the Saviour's side,
Until, wherever earth is trod,
They own and bless the Crucified.

Haste — haste the time — when Satan's power,
Shall vex thy creature man no more;
Bring near the blest, auspicious hour,
When all shall thee, their God, adore.

And when our season brief is past,
And we have laid our armor down,
May we receive through grace at last,
A robe of light — a starry crown.