Poem II, At Entering Into the Church
FATHER of love, to thee I bend
My heart, and lift mine eyes;
O let my pray’r and praise ascend
As odours to the skies
Thy pard’ning voice I come to hear,
To know thee as thou art:
Thy ministers can reach the ear,
But thou must touch the heart.
O stamp me in thy heav’nly mould,
And grant thy word apply’d
May bring forth fruit an hundred fold
And speak me justify’d.