Classic Poem

Let me be glad, let me be glad; arise
My heart, and praise the Giver of good things.
His angel came, with healing on his wings,
He came and laid his hand upon my eyes,
And there was benediction in the skies,
And wondrous pharmacies in mountain springs,
And psalms of praise in all their murmurings,
And in the mountains help. Therefore arise
My heart, and praise the Lord of all delight;
The Lord of all delight who gave thee this,
The Lord who taught thee what His worship is;
And, when the magic hour has passed away,
Through the long watches of the silent night
Thou shalt remember what has been to-day.