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 til 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 strengths decay;
From pain, strife, wrong to be free,
This best gift I pray
Take my spirit to Thee.

Henry Charles Beeching 1859 - 1919