Classic Poem

Make me contented, Oh! my God,
And may I plainly see,
Thro' all the various scenes of Life,
Thy Love and Care of me.

When on my Mother's Breast I hung,
Was nourish'd by thy care;
As soon as I could use my Tongue,
Was taught thy Name to fear.

But, Oh! so blind by Nature, I,
My Saviour did not know,
'Till thou, by Sov'reign Love and Pow'r,
Thy Truth to me did'st show.

And, Oh! so dreadful hard my Heart,
The power I did not feel,
'Till by afflicting me in Love,
Thou did'st thyself reveal.

Thou bid'st me then to follow Thee,
And sweetly seiz'd my Heart;
Then the rich Cov'nant of thy Love
Did'st to my Soul impart.

In thy dear Bosom did I lie,
Thou gently did'st me lead
To the rich Dainties in thy Word
My hungry Soul to feed.

Then me the Lord was pleas'd to try,
And make me see my Heart;
And from my Home, and from my Friends,
I then was call'd to part.

The Comforts of this Life withdrew,
That I, their worth might see,
And then thou gavest them again,
And thus instructed me.

But when this Heart, I came to see,
The sight how could I bear?
Had not I seen my Saviour too,
And cast on him my care.