Classic Poem

I MMANUEL , Saviour, meek and mild,
To thee I pour my moan.
Behold a wretch, with sin defil'd,
Who looks to thee alone.

O Prince of life, all pow'r is thine
To pardon and subdue:
My pardon, in thy mercy, sign,
My soul to God renew.

Give to thy holy angels joy,
Their hallelujahs fire:
Let thy rich grace to me employ,
Afresh, each golden Lyre.

Me a new captive in thy train,
And in thy book enroll'd;
Me a new glory of thy reign,
Let thy great Sire behold.

O thou, who in thy mortal days
Didst with the sighing sigh;
Shall not my tears thy pity raise,
Though now thou art so high?

Who ever humbly kneel'd in vain,
Before thy gracious seat?
O do not my warm suit disdain,
Nor push me from thy feet!