Classic Poem

Oh God supreme, on whom my soul depends,
'Tho little of thy nature comprehends!
Shine on my darkness with a rad'ant beam,
Shed from thy glory's inexhausted stream.
I know thy goodness is without a bound;
To search thee out , a science too profound!
But tho' a cloud thy sacred face conceals;
Yet, at thy throne, the prayer of faith prevails.
Then hear me Lord, and let thy word impart,
Light to my steps, and comfort to my heart!
O let the savor of thy grace remain,
And my declining years with peace sustain!