Classic Poem

Precious moments which we spend,
While we in thy courts attend:
Earth has not a sunny spot,
Be it palace — be it cot,
Equal to that blest retreat,
Where we learn at Jesus' feet.

While within thy temple gate,
We thy blessings would await,
Raise our thoughts to heavenly things,
Bear us on devotion's wings,
From our hearts let incense rise,
Passing grateful to the skies.

When our Pastor stands to tell,
Gospel truths we love so well,
On our hearts and minds impress,
All we learn of righteousness,
Till the seed a harvest bear,
Crowning all thy servants' care.

Saviour, as the streams that run,
Still reflect the shining sun,
So would we reflect each grace,
Beaming in Emmanuel's face,
Till the world can plainly see,
We have all been taught of thee.