Classic Poem

Lord, my God all merciable,
I beseech Thee with heart stable
That I may ever will that thing
That most may be to Thy liking,
And wisely follow ever Thy Will;
Definitely learn and then fulfil
What will help Thy Name and bliss.
My state ordain as Thy Will is;
All Thine asking and all Thy Will
Do in me, My Lord, fulfil.


Lord, all things that Thine be
Leof and dear make them to me.
And Thou alone, Almighty King,
Out and over all other thing,
Ever be most in my liking.