Classic Poem

It does my heart with deepest sorrow fill,
That I no more thy praises can proclaim;
To check the mighty tide of human ill,
And bid thine offspring glorify thy name;
By night and day my failings I lament,
That draw me back from my full stature high;
I cannot be with this cold love content,
But must in Christ with nobler ardor try
To be whate'er his full command requires;
To show Thee, Father, by my borrowed light,
And kindle up, amid the sinking fires,
A sun to fill the darkness of the night;
With rays from thine own glory ever thrown,
That has from age to age on all thy children shone.