Classic Poem

Be thou for ever bless'd, O Lord,
Our father Isra'l's God:
For ever be thy name ador'd,
And celebrate abroad.

O Lord, the greatness and the might,
And victory is thine;
Glory belongs to thee of right,
With majesty divine;

For all's thine own, both great and small,
That heav'n and earth contain:
The kingdom's thine, thou dost 'bove all
As head exalted reign.

Both wealth and honour come of thee!
O'er all thou hast command,
As sov'reign Lord; ability
And might is in thy hand.

Yea, thine it is to make them great
And high, that once were low;
And strength on all in weakly state
Benignly to bestow.

Now, therefore, O our gracious God,
We thank thee, and proclaim,
With grateful lips, the praise abroad,
Of thy most glorious name.

But, who am I, and what are these
My folk, that ev'n to us
Strength should be giv'n, with willingness,
To bring such off'rings thus?

For all things come of thee, O Lord;
We give thee but thine own;
And what thy bounty did afford
Restore to thy renown.

We but sojourn like strangers here,
As all our fathers did;
Our days a passing shade appear,
None do on earth abide.

Of thine own hand, O Lord, it came,
That we prepar'd this store,
To build a house for thy great name;
For all was thine before.

My God, I'm also sure of this,
Thou try'st the heart and reins;
And that thy heart in uprightness
A pleasure entertains.

Now, as for me, with heart upright,
Glad with these gifts I came:
And here I see a joyful sight,
The folk have done the same.

Our father's God, this frame of heart
Keep thou continually,
Within thy people's inward part,
And fix their heart to thee.

Give Sol'mon too a heart sincere,
To serve thee evermore;
And to erect the palace fair
For which I heap'd such store.