Classic Poem

As the frail bark, long tossed by stormy winds,
Wearied and scattered a calm haven finds,
So from a heavy load of cares set free,
At length, O Lord! my soul returns to thee!
Oh sun of light illume my doubtful way,
And let me from thy paths no longer stray,
Now hearken kindly to my mournful cries,
From the dark world now turn to thee mine eyes:
Oh food of sweetness that can never cloy,
Banish my sorrows with thine holy joy!
Thou gentle stream of soft consoling peace
O'erflow this heart, and all my tears shall cease,
Cleanse my repenting soul at mercy's shrine,
And then, adorn her with thy grace divine.