Classic Poem

1

Why say'st thou Jacob , and,
O Israel spoken hast,
My way is hidden from the Lord,
My judgment from him past?
Hast thou not known nor heard,
Th'Eternal God, the Lord
Who hath the Ends of all the Earth
Created by his Word.

2

He never waxeth faint,
No wearied is he:
His understanding is so deep
It cannot searched be.
He giveth strength unto
The faint and feeble wight:
And he bestows increase of strength
On such as have no might

3

The youth shall faint and tire,
And young men wholly fall:
But those that wait upon the Lord
Their strength recover shall.
They shall mount up with wings
Like Eagles; run shall they
And not be weary: they shall walk
And shall not faint away.