Classic Poem

To Him who dwells above, all grace possessing;
To Him, who sheds upon us every blessing, —
Ourselves, our all, we consecrate to-day;
Our souls we yield to His delightful sway.

No earthly joy shall part, no sorrow sever,
Our hearts from Thee, our God, our King, forever;
Our steadfast spirits shall in Thee confide,
And ever near Thy sacred throne abide.

Where'er we go, Thy fear shall be before us;
Where'er we stay, no sin shall triumph o'er us.
In every hour, to Thee, our souls shall fly;
To Thee, we yield our spirits, till we die.

The vows, blest Saviour, which our lips have spoken,
Shall never by deceitful hearts be broken;
Still let Thy grace upon our efforts shine,
And we will evermore be only Thine!