Ann Taylor (Gilbert) (1782–1866)

GREAT God, and wilt Thou condescend

To be my Father and my Friend?

I, a poor child, and Thou so high,

The Lord of earth, and air, and sky?

Art Thou my Father? Canst Thou bear

To hear my poor imperfect prayer?

Or wilt Thou listen to the praise

That such a little one can raise?

Art Thou my Father? Let me be

A meek, obedient child to Thee;

And try, in word and deed and thought,

To serve and please Thee as I ought.

Art Thou my Father? I’ll depend

Upon the care of such a Friend;

And only wish to do and be

Whatever seemeth good to Thee.

Art Thou my Father? Then at last,

When all my days on earth are past

Send down and take me in Thy love

To be Thy better child above.