Classic Poem

O Thou, who once didst children bless,
And take them in thy arms;
Defend the infant, fatherless,
And guard my feet from harms.

Thou canst the loss of friends supply,
And turn to good each ill;
Though ev'ry friend should fail or die,
Thou art all gracious still.

Thy wisdom and thy pow'r I own,
For all thy ways are just;
The prince—thou raisest to his throne,
Or lay'st him down in dust.

May I obey thy sacred word,
In these my infant days;
Grow up in all things like my Lord ,
And learn to lisp his praise.

So shall I find thy promis'd rest,
When this frail life is o'er,
And meet in my dear S AVIOUR'S breast,
My friends fled hence before.