Classic Poem

How sweet to close the day with prayer,
Which was with prayer begun;
How sweet a Saviour's smile to share,
With every setting sun.

What mercies, Lord, our cup have fill'd,
Since last we met in joy,
What lessons Teachers have instill'd,
Who serve in thy employ.

Oh, never be their words forgot,
Which breathe of God and Heaven,
But early may that grace be sought,
To all so freely given.

Our hearts upon thine altar, Lord,
Devoutly would we lay,
And may we wield the Spirit's sword,
Each sinful lust to slay.

For only they who bear thy yoke!
So easy and so light;
Shall feel unharm'd Death's cruel stroke,
And wake to Heaven's delight.