Classic Poem

1. Great Lord of all, whose work of love Creation's
2. Stern death pronounced the dread decree, Entailed on
boundless realms display, Help us to join the
all of woman born, From sorrow set our
choirs above, And hail thy providential sway.
parents free, But left us helpless and forlorn.

3. Dark was the color of our fate
Till thy benignant mercy shown,
Redeemed us from our wretched state,
And made the fatherless thine own.

4. Our hopes revive, our fears are fled,
Our joyless days and nights are o'er.
Our mortal frames are clothed and fed,
Our minds informed with virtue's lore.

5. Blest guardian whose fraternal care
With bounteous hand our want supplies,
O may our ceaseless praise and prayer
To thy bright throne as incense rise.