Classic Poem

Frail tho' my young devotions be,
I humbly dare look up to thee,
My Father and my God!
For I have felt affliction's power,
And yet in sorrow's darkest hour,
Have mark'd a parent's rod.

I pray not for this world's vain hope,
The soul desires a larger scope,
Destin'd to live for ever:
I ask not many years to live,
But that in those thou will'st to give,
I may forget thee never.

In every varying moment, still
May my whole duty be thy will,
And may I meet each trial,
With fortitude resign'd and pure,
A spirit anchor'd to endure,
And holy self-denial.

Frail tho' my young devotions be,
I humbly dare look up to thee,
My Father and my God!
For I have felt affliction's power,
And yet in sorrow's darkest hour,
Have mark'd a parent's rod.

I pray not for this world's vain hope,
The soul desires a larger scope,
Destin'd to live for ever:
I ask not many years to live,
But that in those thou will'st to give,
I may forget thee never.

In every varying moment, still
May my whole duty be thy will,
And may I meet each trial,
With fortitude resign'd and pure,
A spirit anchor'd to endure,
And holy self-denial.