Classic Poem

I thank thee, Lord, for using me
For thee to work and speak,
However trembling be the hand,
The voice however weak.

I thank thee, gracious God, for all
Of witness there hath been
From me, in any path of life,
Though silent and unseen;

For any hope or light or joy
Thou yet wilt give through me
To one least soul upon this earth,
Unknown to all but thee.

Lord, keep us still the same as in
Remembered days of old;
O keep us fervent still in love,
'Mid many waxing cold,

Thy name to name, thyself to own,
With voice unfaltering,
And face as bold and unashamed
As in life's glowing Spring!