Classic Poem

Not , Lord, by any will of mine,
But of Thy gracious plan,
Father eternal and divine,
My earthly life began.

By Thy election from a state
Of nothingness I came;
Thy hand my spirit did create,
And my corporeal frame.

As now I live and draw my breath
In Thee, O God most high;
So, too, to Thee I look in death
For immortality.

On Thee, through every future scene
Of being I depend;
Thou my beginning, Lord, hast been,
Thou also art my end.