Classic Poem

Heavenly Helper, Friend divine,
Friend of all men, therefore mine,
Let my heart as thy heart be,
Breathe thy living breath through me!

Only at thy love's pure tide
Human thirst is satisfied;
He who fills his chalice there,
Fills with thirstier souls to share.

If another lose the way,
My feet also go astray:
Sleepless Watcher, lead us back,
Safe into the homeward track!

As a bird unto its nest,
Flies the tired soul to thy breast;
Let not one an alien be,—
Lord, we have no home but thee.