The Lord that formed me from the womb to be His servant.@Isaiah 49:5
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Carl M. von Weber
(1786–1826)

Hen­ry C. Beech­ing, In a Gar­den, and Oth­er Po­ems 1895.

Jew­ett from the op­e­ra Der Frei­schütz, by Carl M. von We­ber, 1821. Ar­ranged by Hu­bert P. Main (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Henry C. Beeching
(1859–1919)

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 to 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.