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.