Classic Poem

1. Permit us, Lord, to consecrate Our
2. All earthly beings here who move Ex-
first ripe fruits of early days To
perience thy paternal care, And
Thee, whose care to us is great, Whose
feel the influence of thy love, Which
love demands our constant praise.
sweetens life from year to year.

3. Our morn of years which smile in bloom,
And those arrived at eve of age,
Must bow beneath thy sovereign doom,
And quit this frail, this mortal stage.

4. Conduct us safe through each event
And changing scene of life below,
Till we arrive where days are spent
In love which can no changes know.

5. Lord, in thy service us employ,
And when we've served thee here on earth,
Receive us hence to realms of joy,
To join with those of heavenly birth.

6. May we from angels learn to sing
The songs of high seraphic strain;
Then mount aloft on cherubs' wings,
And soar to worlds that cease from pain.