Classic Poem

This is the pledge the charter and the seal,
On which my hopes immortal rest, secure,
Tho earth with her foundations deep may fail —
The promise stands immutable and sure.
That word that spake and chaos passd away,
That word which spake and bid all nature rise;
That form'd his creatures of the plaistic clay,
And light and life to feeble man supplys.
That word has said who e'er on me believes;
Shall never perish from my faithful hands,
For all my sheep eternal life recieves,
And thro my grace the arts of hell withstands.
Dear Lord thou knowest I dare appeal to thee —
That this is all my glory all my gain,
My joy in grief my rise in low degree,
My antidote in death my ease in pain.