HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, In heaven thy dwelling-place, From infants made the public care, And taught to seek thy face. Thanks for thy Word, and for thy day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,--but oh, impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, And learn as well as hear! For if vain thoughts the minds engage Of older far than we, What hope, that, at our heedless age, Our minds should e'er be free? Much hope, if thou our spirits take Under thy gracious sway, Who canst the wisest wiser make, And babes as wise as they. Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, A sun that ne'er declines, And be thy mercies showered on those Who placed us where it shines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT |