LORD of my life! inspire my song, To Thee my noblest powers belong; Grant me thy favourite seraph's flame, To sing the glories of thy name. My birth, my fortune, friends, and health, My knowledge too, superior wealth; Lord of my life! to Thee I owe; Teach me to practise what I know. Ten thousand favours claim my song, And each demands an angel's tongue; Mercy sits smiling on the wings Of every moment as it springs. But oh! with infinite surprise I see returning years arise; When unimprov'd the former score, Lord, wilt thou trust me still with more? Thousands this period hop'd to see; Denied to thousands, granted me; Thousands! that weep, and wish, and pray For those rich hours I throw away. The tribute of my heart receive, 'Tis the poor @3all@1 I have to give; Should it prove faithless, Lord, I'd wrest The bleeding traitor from my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK AT THE SHRINE by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |