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O God of Grace and God of truth Who formed me by thy power It is thine hand arrests my youth And nips the opening flower From thee I had my life at first ‘Tis thou supports my frame At thy command I turn to dust And bless thy holy name. Reluctant nature thinks it soon But if my morning sun Must set in darkness ere its noon Thy sovereign will be done

Full Text
O God of Grace and God of truth Who formed me by thy power It is thine hand arrests my youth And nips the opening flower From thee I had my life at first ‘Tis thou supports my frame At thy command I turn to dust And bless thy holy name. Reluctant nature thinks it soon But if my morning sun Must set in darkness ere its noon Thy sovereign will be done
Listed on Page Number
287
Sampler Worked By
Eliza Tatnall Sipples
Date of Sampler
1804
Place Sampler Made
Wilmington, DE
Sampler Listed on Page
222
Author/Publication/Country/Date
Purver, Anthony. “The Prayer of a Dying Youth,” Counsel to Friends’ Children, Philadelphia, 1799. pg. 25
Notes
archive.org/details/bim_eighteenth-century_counsel-to-friends-chil_purver-anthony_1799/page/n24/mode/1up?q=arrests These are the first three stanzas of this poem out of order.