Classic Poem

1. Once more, our God, vouchsafe to shine! Correct the
2. Let the transplanted English vine Spread further
coldness of our clime; Make haste with thy impartial
still, still call it thine; Prune it with skill, for yield it
light And terminate this long dark night.
can More fruit to Thee the Husbandman.

3. Give the poor Indians eyes to see
The Light of Life, and set them free;
That they religion may profess,
Denying all ungodliness!

4. So false religions shall decay,
And darkness fly before bright day;
So men shall God in Christ adore,
And worship idols vain no more.