Classic Poem

Both true and good, this word of grace
Demands a firm belief,
“Christ came to save a sinning race,”
Of whom I am the chief

In me he did a pattern give
Of mercy, rich and rife,
To sinners great, that should believe
To everlasting life.

Now, unto this eternal One,
The King that never dies,
That is invisible, unknown,
Unseen by mortal eyes.

To God, the only wise, be giv'n,
What doth to him pertain,
All glorious praise, in earth and heav'n,
For ever and Amen.