Classic Poem

How long, O my God, shall I plead,
Nor thou for thy servant declare,
And wilt thou for ever recede,
For ever be hid from my pray'r?

How long shall I seek to my breast
For counsel in anguish of heart;
How long shall the rebels profest
From insult to triumph depart?

Consider, my God, and assist,
Thine ear, O my Saviour, I crave;
Enlighten mine eyes from their mist,
My sleep from the dread of the grave!

Lest they, mine oppressors, should vaunt,
And say to our arms he has bow'd;
For if my good courage they daunt,
Their joy will be furious and loud.

But I to thy dictates agree,
Which save me from Satan and Saul,
My trust in thy goodness to me,
My joy in thy mercy for all.

To Christ I my song will recite,
Whose grace, O my soul, is thy dow'r;
Most high in the regions of light,
Most mighty in love and in pow'r.