Classic Poem

Saviour of a fallen race,
Early would we seek thy face;
In the spring-time of our life,
Free from anxious care and strife,
Would we thy commands fulfill,
And obey thy sovereign will.

While our feet from earth we turn,
And thy sacred precepts learn,
While with steadfast heart we try,
Sense and sin to crucify,
Saviour of a guilty race,
Help us from thy dwelling-place.

May we, till the field is won,
Keep our shining armour on—
Then in faith rejoicing rise,
To our Saviour in the skies,
There to hear the rapturous word,
“Welcome, blessed of the Lord.”