Classic Poem

1. In the distress upon me, call did I Upon Jehovah,
2. And he did ride on cherub and did fly, And on wings of the
and to my God cry; And he my voice out of his palace hears.
wind he flew swiftly. He set the darkness for his secret bound,
Thy cry before him came into his ears, And th'earth did shake and
For his pavilion about him round: Darkness of waters,
and stir red be for wroth was he.
clouds of the skies, before his eyes.
quake, and stirred be Grounds of the mounts and shook, for wroth was he.
thick clouds of the skies, From the resplendent brightness before his eyes.

3. Thou with the pure dost show thy purity,
And with the froward thou dost show thee wry.
For poor afflicted people save dost thou;
The lofty eyes thou also bringest low.
For thou dost make my candle to be light;
Jehovah, my God, makes my darkness bright.