Classic Poem

Lord, pity and assist me still,
Though sinful, I'm sincere,
And though I cannot do thy will,
Devoted to thy fear.

When beauty, wealth,—their charms display,
I can't refuse to see:—
Though these may lead my eyes astray,
My heart belongs to thee.

Lord, teach me as I ought to live,
Or bid me instant die;
And, or on earth to serve thee give,
Or serve thee in the sky.