Classic Poem

Oh, Blessed Saviour! since my will
Becomes the slave of Passion still,
Oh tear the bandage from my sight,
Which intercepts Thy glorious light!
Unfold thy bright eternal Day,
And snatch me, from myself away!

Since there's a Rest, when Life is trod,
Kept for Thy servants—oh! my God !
A Rest, from vile intruders free,
Where Harmony resides with Thee!—
Oh, may thy feeble Servant share,
And find an endless Harbour THERE .