Classic Poem

IN SEARCHING FOR DIVINE TRUTH .

Master divine, with docile hearts we bring
Our reason to receive thy light.
Bright as unclouded morn thy words shall spring,
And sweetly chase away our night.

Pure from its holy well, our souls will draw
Salvation's everlasting stream.
No mortal names our heav'nly faith shall awe,
Vain their displeasure and esteem.

But O how childhood's wrongly-tutor'd age
Chains for the future man prepares!
Our manhood from those fetters disengage,
And free from superstition's fears.

When human pride thy humbling truths arraigns,
May we to clear conviction bow:
Our fleshly lusts whene'er thy page restrains,
May we unfeign'd submission vow.

Come friendly Spirit, lead our searching thought;
All necessary truth reveal:
And every truth, deep in our bosoms wrought,
Stamp with thy sanctifying seal.