Classic Poem

Thou , Lord, of purest grace alone,
My being didst decree;
And not, as humbly here I own,
From any need of me.

I bless Thy everlasting love,
That did my place assign;
And set me in a rank above
All earthly works of Thine.

I bless Thy goodness, which to me,
O Lord of earth and heaven,
Hath the most high capacity
Of life eternal given.

But, above all things, I adore
Thy grace, that proffers me
The hope of being evermore
United unto Thee.

For this I pine; for this I pray;
For this I came on earth:
O, when shall I behold the day
Of my immortal birth?