By Henry Charles Beeching


GOD who created me
         Nimble and light of limb,
In three elements free,
         To run, to ride, to swim:
Not when the sense is dim,
         But now from the heart of joy,
I would remember Him:
         Take the thanks of a boy.

Jesu, King and Lord,
         Whose are my foes to fight,
Gird me with Thy sword
         Swift and sharp and bright.
Thee would I serve if I might;
         And conquer if I can,
From day-dawn till night,
         Take the strength of a man.

Spirit of Love and Truth,
         Breathing in grosser clay,
The light and flame of youth,
         Delight of men in the fray,
Wisdom in strength's decay;
         From pain, strife, wrong to be free,
This best gift I pray,
         Take my spirit to Thee.

DayPoems Poem No. 803
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection,
Timothy Bovee, editor

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