Classic Poem

Rom. xi. ult.

Thou only Good! Eternal ALL!
What am I when compar'd with THEE!
A Piece of animated Clay;
An Atom sporting in thy Ray —
The Loss would be but small,
Should I again to Non-Existence fall:
Nay, if thy Glory might but rise,
Cheerful my Being I'd resign,
And fall a willing Sacrifice
To gain a Purpose so divine,
So much more worthy than this little Life of Mine!