Classic Poem

Father of all, with sparing eye,
This day's iniquity pass by:
My past offences I deplore.
Enable me to sin no more.
Thou know'st my heart averse to ill,
Though impotent to do thy will:
Thy saving light and grace impart,
To guide and purify my heart.
Gladly, myself, and all that's mine,
I to thy providence resign;
Ev'n to my pray'rs what's ill deny,
What's good, although unask'd, supply;
All wise art thou what's good to know,
All-gracious also to bestow.
Enable me to live, while here,
Devoted ever to thy fear;
And, when the space of life is past,
Receive me to thyself at last.