Classic Poem

O Save me, Lord! I plead thy name,
Appear for my relief;
Hear, O my God! the pray'r I frame,
And drive away my grief.

Behold the proud beset my path,
Oppressors break my peace;
They heed not, Lord! thy dreadful wrath,
Nor will the slave release.

But God is my defence and strength,
'Tis he my soul sustains;
He'll bring my foes to shame at length,
And well requite my pains.

Thou, Lord! art near, when dangers press,
To save my troubled soul;
Soon thou wilt all my wrongs redress,
And all my foes control.