Classic Poem

O Lord of the living and dead,
I bless Thy compassion divine,
Who after Thine image hast made
This marvellous nature of mine.

All thanks for this excellent frame,
By Wisdom eternal design'd;
All glory and praise to Thy name,
For the manifold gifts of the mind.

But praise above praises to Thee,
My God, for that infinite grace,
Whereby Thou hast granted to me
In the House of Thy glory a place;

Hast made me a child of Thine own,
In the Font of Thy mercy ador'd;
Hast lifted me up to Thy throne,
And upon me Thy Spirit outpour'd.

O, Giver of all, I implore,
This, too, on Thy servant bestow,—
Thy goodness to love more and more,
The more of that goodness I know.