Classic Poem

Thou bidst me change with every changing hour,
A new formed gift to bless the hungry poor;
For Thou through Christ has blest me with the power
To bear the fruits that shall for them endure;
In him may I grow stronger day by day,
A vigorous branch abiding in thy vine;
That men may pluck thereof and eating say,
“These grapes, O Father, these are wholly thine”
Then shall the clusters Thou dost love to see,
With every season changing face the sun;
And men rejoice beneath my shade to be,
When day with all the toils it brings is done;
And I in Christ shall be forever blest,
To give them at its close thy holy rest.