Classic Poem

God, be merciful when he awaketh
From his sleep.
God, be pitiful when he uptaketh
His scythe to reap.

God, be merciful! Thou art his Maker.
His life is vain.
Rampant weeds on every acre
Have choked the grain.

Help him, God, Thou knowest all his weakness,
Heart and hand.
Help him when he wakens to the bleakness
Of his land.

Help him, God, in Thine own silent fashion,
To arise,
Love and labour, till he find compassion
In Thine eyes.

God, be merciful when he awaketh
From his sleep.
God, be pitiful when he uptaketh
His scythe to reap.