Classic Poem

Thy service Father! wants not aught beside
The peace and joy it to thy servant brings;
By day in Christ a constant prayer t'abide,
By night to sleep beneath thy outspread wings;
To keep thy ground from thorns and poisonous weeds,
That Thou might'st sow in me the fruitful word;
Is all Thou ask'st, is all thy goodness needs,
This the command that Adam from Thee heard;
Oh may I better serve Thee, Lord! than he,
And may my garden be forever clean;
From noisome weeds, unsightly branches free,
Within it may thy Presence still be seen;
And wilt Thou speak with me forevermore,
And I forget to sin as I have sinned before.