Classic Poem

O let not fraud 'gainst me prevail,
My God, my Christ avow'd;
Which weigh'st the mountains in thy scale,
And ballancest the cloud.

And still peculiar on my side,
Keep me from rigour free;
Make me forgive in manly pride,
All that exact on me.

Pay my demander more than due,
With measure heap'd and press'd;
And rather welcome than pursue,
My brother when distress'd.

O give me sense and grace to know
Thy will and check my own;
In heav'n above, in earth below,
The Lord is judge alone.