Classic Poem

My Saviour! let thy heav'nly Grace,
My mournful thoughts controul;
Oh! may thy radiant light efface
The darkness of my soul!

For ne'er did Love, in gentler strain,
The balm of comfort give—
'Tis thine to heal our deepest pain,
Who died—that we might live!

To Heaven be ev'ry wish resign'd,
Which fondly once I knew,
And teach me, with an humble mind,
To yield my sorrows too!