Classic Poem

Heav'nly Father — sovereign Lord!
Be thy glorious name ador'd;
Lord! thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness! hail!

Though unworthy, Lord! thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.

While on earth ordain'd to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Till we come to dwell with thee,
Till we all thy glory see.

Then, with angel-harps again,
We will wake a nobler strain;
There, in joyful songs of praise,
Our triumphant voices raise.