Classic Poem

Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.

O Thou, our souls' chief hope!
We to thy mercy fly:
Where'er we are, Thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,
To Thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to Thee:
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.