Classic Poem

Bless'd be th' eternal God of peace,
The Father of our Lord;
Let his abundant mercy, grace,
And love be still ador'd;

Who from the dead his Son brought up,
And rais'd him to the sky,
To breed in us a lively hope
That we should never die.

Though sin inherent justly throws
Our bodies to the dust;
Yet, as the Head victorious rose,
So all the members must.

To an inheritance divine,
Which, uncorrupt, for aye,
And unpolluted, pure, and fine,
Can never fade away.

'Tis safe reserv'd in heav'n for all,
Who safe are kept for it,
By pow'r divine, through faith that shall
To grace divine submit.

Saints wait by faith this glory vast,
Which waits as well as they,
Prepar'd and ready for the last,
The revelation day.