Classic Poem

The Lord is gracious to forgive,
And slow to let his anger move;
The Lord is good to all that live,
And all his tender mercy prove.

Thy works, O God! thy praise proclaim;
The saints thy wond'rous deeds shall sing,
Extol thy power, and to thy name
Homage from every nation bring.

Glorious in majesty art Thou;
Thy throne for ever shall endure;
Angels before thy footstool bow,
Yet dost Thou not despise the poor.

The Lord upholdeth them that fall;
He raiseth men of low degree;
O God! our health, the eyes of all,
Of all the living, wait on Thee.

Thou openest thine exhaustless store,
And rainest food on every land;
The dumb creation Thee adore,
And eat their portion from thy hand.

Man, most indebted, most ingrate,
Man only, is a rebel here;
Teach him to know Thee, ere too late;
Teach him to love Thee, and to fear.