Classic Poem

Yes — it was Thou, whose gracious care
Educ'd me from the womb,
Sent me to drink thy healthful air,
And nurs'd my tender bloom.

Thy gentle hand my feet upheld,
In childhood's slippery way:
Ere yet my tongue thy name had spell'd,
Thy name was all my stay.

My ripening years were still pursu'd
With mercies from above:
Thy bounty raiment gave, and food,
And loaded me with love.

If trouble's heavy arm was near,
Thy pity felt my sigh;
Knew all my sorrow, all my fear,
And brought salvation nigh.

When I behold yon azure space
Spangled with stars, and see
Th'imperial moon's refulgent face;
Wond'ring, I think on thee.

Lord, what is man, that man should gain
Thy condescending view?
That e'er thy majesty should deign,
Such favour to renew?

And what am I, least worthy I
Of all who creep below,
That thou wilt pass my follies by,
And so much goodness show?

O summon thy whole strength, my soul,
To bless thy God alone.
O memory, all his boons enroll;
I charge thee, lose not one.