Classic Poem

O Thou true unseen All-seeing!
End, Beginning of all being!
Wise, eternal, holy, great,
All-creating Uncreate!
In Thy Unity, admired!
In Thy Trinity, desired!
Fount of truth and certainty!
Fount of all felicity!
Pity me, O pity me!
Pity me my sad estate,
Waiting long and coming late;
On a lonely desert wide,
Cast adrift without a guide;
Doubting still, the more my woe,
What to do, or where to go.

O Thou way and truth and light!
Pure incarnate Essence bright!
Jesu, Saviour, deign to be
Way and truth and life to me!
Lo, before Thy glory bending,
Unto Thee myself commending;
All I am, and all that's mine,
Unto Thee I here resign;
Only asking to fulfil
Thy supreme eternal will.

And O, if it be true indeed,
That Saints and Angels intercede;
That, kneeling on th' eternal shore,
Thy glorious Mother evermore
Pleads for us th' ambrosial tear,
Mindful of her children here; —
May their prayers with force unfailing,
Soon for me with Thee prevailing,
Gain for me a courage true,
Heart to will, and hand to do
Whatever shall be counted right,
In Thy pure eternal sight.

So to the Father and the Son
And Holy Ghost, from both proceeding,
One in Three, and Three in One,
With Saints and Angels interceding,
To the Maker and the made,
Be fit glories duly paid.