Jesus, we lift our souls to Thee, Thy Holy Spirit breathe, And let this little infant be Baptized into Thy death. O let Thine unction on him rest, Thy grace his soul renew, And write within his tender breast Thy name and nature too. If Thou shouldst quickly end his days, His place with Thee prepare; And if Thou lengthen out his race, Continue still Thy care. Thy faithful servant let him prove, Begirt with truth divine; A sharer in Thy dying love, A follower of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PHONECALL FROM FRANK O'HARA by ANNE WALDMAN THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR VIRGILS GNAT: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE |