Classic Poem

1

Jesus thy Servant is resign'd
To thy unering will;
Oh; may my heart be more inclin'd
Thy precepts to fulfill.

2

Do with me what thou thinkest best,
Conform my soul to thee,
Stamp thy dear image on my breast
And ne'er depart from me

3

For in thy blissful smiles I live —
More sweet than lifes thy love,
And in thy favour is Contain'd
The heaven I hope above.

4

Thou art my souls honour and wealth
Her bliss and friendship too,
The source of all her peace and health
And every joy in view.

5

Then lead me thro the giddy path
Of youths deceitful road,
Nor leave me to the tempters wrath
My Saviour and my God

6

And at the last and gloomy hour
When death my flesh invades,
Oh! let thy staff thy crook thy power
Support me through the shades.

7

Then with thy presence gild the gloom
Of that tremendous vale
O! guide the wandering exile home
Nor let my foes prevail.

8

But let thy spirit whisper peace,
And shew my sins forgiven;
Make ev'ry doubt and sorrow cease,
And antedate my heaven