Classic Poem

Lord, in the fullness of my might
I would for thee be strong;
While runneth o'er each dear delight,
To thee should soar my song.

I would not give the world my heart,
And then profess thy love;
I would not feel my strength depart,
And then thy service prove.

O not for thee my weak desires,
My poorer, baser part!
Not, not for thee my fading fires,
The ashes of my heart!

O choose me in my golden time,
In my dear joys have part!
For thee the glory of my prime,
The fullness of my heart!