Classic Poem

Now, let thy favour'd servant, Lord,
In peace depart and die,
According to thy gracious word,
Accomplish'd faithfully:

For thy salvation, with mine eyes,
I see. The vision charms!
My soul the fear of death defies
When Christ is in my arms.

This long-expected bliss display'd,
Before the peoples' face;
Still a-preparing while delay'd,
Now shows thy truth and grace.

This is the light of life we view,
To lighten Gentile lands:
Thy people Isra'l's glory too,
To break their slavish bands.