Classic Poem

The Dearest Lord of Heaven gave
Himself an Offering once for me:
The Dearest Thing on Earth I have,
Now, Lord, I'll offer unto Thee.

I see my best Enjoyments here,
Are Loans , and Flow'rs , and Vanities ;
E're well Enjoy'd they disappear:
Vain Smoke , they prick and leave our Eyes .

But I Believe , O Glorious Lord,
That when I seem to Lose these Toyes ,
What's Lost will fully be Restor'd
In Glory, with Eternal Joyes .

I do Believe , That I and mine,
Shall come to Everlasting Rest ;
Because, Blest Jesus , we are Thine,
And with thy Promises are Blest .

I do Believe , That ev'ry Bird
Of mine, which to the Ground shall fall,
Does fall at thy kind Will and Word ;
Nor I , nor It , is hurt at all.

Now my Believing Soul does Hear
This among the Glad Angels told;
I know, thou dost thy Maker Fear,
From whom thou nothing dost withold!