Classic Poem

Father! I bless thy name that I do live
And in each motion am made rich with thee
That when a glance is all that I can give
It is a kingdom's wealth, if I but see;
This stately body cannot move, save I
Will to its nobleness my little bring,
My voice its measured cadence will not try
Save I with every note consent to sing;
I cannot raise my hands to hurt or bless
But I with every action must conspire;
To show me there how little I possess
And yet that little more than I desire;
May each new act my new allegiance prove
Till in thy perfect love I ever live & move.