A Prayer Poem by Christian Milne

O Thou great POWER ! who deign'd to form
This feeble frame of mine,
Infusing, with my breath, a soul,
Which animates each vein!
My infant years, with watchful care,
Were kept from every ill;
Bright guardians through life's various scenes
Are my attendants still.
Accept my humble, grateful thanks,
For all Thy mercies given;
To hear my prayer, O! gracious deign
To bow Thine ear from Heaven.
Bless me with faith, that I may trust
In Thine almighty power;
Bless me with prudence, grace, and truth,
And I can ask no more.